Isolation

Isolation

We blink out,
one by one…
quietly aquiesing to our personal horror
in the isolation and silence of each mind.

A horror no less real than that
of  Holocaust mothers undressing their beloved children,
with dignity and calmness,
before leading them in to die.


The families’ of babies and children,
young girls and boys, mothers and fathers
and the wild and vast family extensions we should have
all round us, warming us, coocooning us,

are blinking out, one by one, quietly.

Unquestioning…stupidly.