Who Shall Comfort You Poem by Raj Arumugam

who shall comfort you
lonely, desolate soul
they tie up and palm-and-sole-nailed
to lonely asteroids
in cold space
to be liver-eaten
daily by Space Eagle
naked Prometheus of eternal times
this star-age Robinson Crusoe
that time throws out to emptiness
to be guardian of waves of loneliness
no kin or alien shall visit you,
you shall not remember
any names of months or days too
most certainly no Fridays in the sunlit emptiness
and the food you shall have is
concentrated marrow juice that you
shall suck out of plastic bone-sachets
to last you a lifetime of self-liness
and toothaches and abscess and plaque and bad breath;
and who shall wipe any tear, if at all
for your humanity shall still not leave you
and hardness of heart though it comes
yields to madness of tears and pleasures of anguish
you shall have no one
all philosophy shall elude you
and faith be meaningless
for at last you must confront
the pain and the agony
and the futility, the meaninglessness
and you know
in emptiness there's just you -
and you know, what do you do with you?