GERIATRIC
What god is proud
of this garden
of dead flowers, this underwater
grotto of humanity
in invisible
currents, faces drooping
on dry stalks, voices clawing
in a last desperate effort
to retain hold? Despite
withered petals, I recogize the species: Charcot, Meniere,
Alzheimer. There are no gardeners
Here, caretakers only
Of reason overgrown
By Confusion
-Thomas, 1995, p. 9
What god is proud
of this garden
of dead flowers, this underwater
grotto of humanity
in invisible
currents, faces drooping
on dry stalks, voices clawing
in a last desperate effort
to retain hold? Despite
withered petals, I recogize the species: Charcot, Meniere,
Alzheimer. There are no gardeners
Here, caretakers only
Of reason overgrown
By Confusion
-Thomas, 1995, p. 9
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