Alone (after Wayne Hogan)

In a sentence or two, describe loneliness 

at the moment all pairs of twiddling thumbs cease,

and clouds plus smoke rise from the chimney

beyond two bitty figures holding hands,

unmatching the rope with wrist suspension 

on the accused, whether guilty or innocent,

and what may be "The Last Flower" by Thurber

left on the wall at the Algonquin Hotel,

in parallel, as thinking also leaves,

and the soul hollows its way out of this 

body now see-through yet misunderstood 

and separate, lifting off like the hat

the only relic of the being once in 

the forefront on the witness stand now let go.