Look around you,
at the dead faces;
hollowed-out eyes,
empty, open mouth;
broken visage of a human being,
far removed from their soul.
Satellites drifting,
in lifeless space,
occasionally banging,
against something,
occasionally, someone.
No connection,
no meaning,
no passion,
to be kindled.
The lost years,
in full swing.
Look around you,
at the dead faces.
Andy Veilleux 
Andy this is a very powerful poem…the way to describe the people is so on target…reminds me of watching people moving through the streets of LA.
There’s a certain sadness exasperated by it occurring in my town of only about 160,000, but the big cities like LA definitely seem rife with it.
Tombstones in their eyes…?
This is a true story,
I enjoy your poetry,
Peace,
Laz
Thanks Laz, I’m happy you enjoy it!