Living like a lighthouse keeper -
alone beyond nowhere.
Out of sight and out of one's mind,
beyond the range of prayer.

One's loss unnoticed until there's
a wreck upon the rocks.
Counted on to prevent chaos
from out in the boondocks.

A world that doesn't want, or know, you
begs your best attention,
but will forget to give all but
its stern reprehension 

should you fail or should you falter
and catastrophe strikes,
they will find your long dead body
with their pitchforks and their pikes.