LONESOME

Nothing more lonely than - 

in the midst of a crowd, alone.

By thinking of, praying for

the lonesome, cut off from or by

themselves or others - systems

and programming or circumstance

all that’s needed is the mind-web:

its awareness that we’re conjoined;

all, participant.

In our roots united and branches,

entangled.

One: displaced person,

slowly dying on his own, of famine

 - rats and leaves for diet and heart-break: 

 no-where to go.

One: inmate of a repressive regime

in solitary confinement -

because he spoke the truth, dared

to stand up.

One: living ET survivor of a downed UFO

hidden away in a top secret military

research base in the desert,

twenty-four stories underground,

in a cage, distraught.

One old lady with no-one to talk to,

isolated by custom or pride -

not even a cat.

One child, existing on the waste dumps of affluence,

 street-begging or theft;

or orphaned in a flattened war-zone

with the stench of death for company. 

Why don’t you DO SOMETHING,

O lucky, knowing ones?

With your collective strings attached - Wi-Fi, wellfare, bellies full

and opportunity to share, care,

reach out - without excuses:

the work of the heart and hands

 to feel, create comfort, reassure,

make sure that NO-one

is left, bereft.