Pray for the demented
They are like some other beings altogether
the cry more animal than human
The wordless pathos,
musical,disturbing
They have gone back to a troubled and unimagined infancy
but no mother responds to such a nightmare of overgrown voice boxes
the cry of a rabbit wolf in a trap
it’s the shriek in the wall cry of a baby in a psychotic nightmare.
Nicholas haunts Sylvia in the evocative memory of Ariel
And so it will end for you and me
Trapped in this old body with its old brain
on and on they cry
help me, help me,help me
nurse nurse
I want the manager I want the manager
I don’t want to be here I don’t want to be here
I want to go home
Help me
we don’t listen because they have dementia
what they say has no meaning.
that’s our defence
I am the norm
You are abnormal
but you smiled when I asked you if you would like your hair dyed pink
and I know you love the music therapist.
Your smell repels
Alas
Is this where Jesus dwells
If you did this to the least of my little ones, you did it to me. We
you haven’t forgotten about Eros
you are still hoping to find love
you are not dead yet but you can’ wait to go home
Published by Katherine
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