The Damaged
One lady
(married for fifty years),
tells her husband
that she is too young to marry him.
“Put that away Mr. Gonzalez!”
Once again he has allowed
a green leaf to dangle
from his dying tree.
This place is a home
for the dreams bodies make
when thoughts sleep.
Watchers guard their mortal forms
stimulate with group activities,
but these are the last
of the talkers and walkers,
their words borrowed from
long past conversations,
before they grew blind to the moment.
They will live until scant words fail
or bodies fall,
for now they are guided gently
here and there
until eventually laid down to wait
between day and night.
Only then at that last - when they are least
will their eternal minds reclaim them,
raise them beyond
all this world can offer and loan.
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