rate the poem?

Question

The slim finger of the obelisk
Was rising over his shoulder in a black coat
If I would have smelled the coat
I would have smelled sweat and molten snow
For the sun was out
And though we were in a strange town
In a strange country
We were still strangely sad and afraid
And he told me
Unless the spirit expands with the explosion of space about him, he returns the same man he went out

Answer 1

It is good, but I would not consider this a poem. It is more prose than poem, but I still like it.

Answer 2

out of a ten 10