Alone With Homeless Astronauts Back Alley Astronaut Navigator of narrow streets Eyes fixed on starry skies And the greasy pebbles below. Sleeping on benches Or in doorways Praying to God's Higher intelligence While eating sandwiches From lunch line handouts. Icy cold winters, Blistering hot summers, Or maybe just a cool spring shower. It's "the poverty of being unwanted Unloved and uncared for." Guiding spaceship grocery carts Out of shelters Before the guy on the bottom bunk grumbles And the security guard says He'll throw us both out On the asphalt. No one should be homeless and alone Not in America, not anywhere On Mothership Earth.