Lost my Ark on a rainy diluvian night
Could not find the last couple of wild animals
But the lights shone in the night from their high pedestals
Like hungry gallows waiting for the wicked and the forlorn
The green lights shone as a promise of a red light beyond
The lonely hearts club band was loud as the smoke filled the room
Loneliness has become our new lockdown nature
As we sift through the plasma virtual landfill
For some OEM plug and play broken heart
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery