The Old Folk
They are like some other beings altogether
the cry more animal than human
wordless pathos,musical,disturbing
They have gone back to a troubled and imagined 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 nightmare.
Nicholas cries for Sylvia in the inverse of a dream
and so it will be 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 mechanism.
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
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2022
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