T Schizophrenic

Old man,
Wispy hair,folded lips,
cracklike grin,
eyes of warmth,
Puzzled, Vacant,
discovering,
something great,
something true.
cigarette perched,
bony skin,
fell off a wall,
Like an egg
We sang of.........
they put him on a cot
in the courtyard
middle
Draped in gold embroidered red
sang grief soaked
praise
"My darling son,My brother,My nephew"
He was clothed,
fed and cherished.
He was home!
When he spoke
no one listened.
And when he stopped
dream raised their hands
In the sunset
Praying for a sign;
of mercy;
For him?