To The Guy At The Lifetower

To the guy at the lifetower;

I pray your leg would heal this hour,

I pray you find a way to Home,

You walk adrift, without a phone,

You have no water, and no power.

If only you’d embrace a shower,

I might just offer you a dower,

But my eyes will stay in tunnel mode

Skipping the guy at the lifetower.

Next morning the dirty hands scour

The trash along the beach for fouler

Nourishment than you might condone,

His meal, enough for him alone

Will be strewn like wishful flowers

To the pup beneath the lifetower.