They Took Him

They Took Him By Sy Roth They took him and squirreled him away. Those Sophists, Deniers of the terror they could construct Where he no longer saw the human side of himself. Half man, Quasimodo of the bells, Left stranded in the bell tower. No one to call to Tintinnabulation orphaned from humanity. Left in his bed only to dream Or bury his nightmares Whisked beneath his bed in a heap Dreams cohabited with the dust bunnies. Silent, sinister hopes left tangled In a macabre kerfuffle-- Jacob and his Angel In a struggle to exist. They took him and he saw only this reality, The ward in which he lived A husk of humanity blown against a galling wind, Crushed against unforgiving walls. And he languished in his diapered world Waiting for his eyes to heal And his twisted lips to unfurl Waiting to greet a new morn Away from the cycle of existence.