blind and deaf

my old age love, my urge to hear

a little music in human laughter

for my frail body to do my final dance

made me blind to the world’s taste

but what caused your blindness

making you bite the hand that fed

day and night as you were nestled 

in that heart you kick now to bleed

and what triggered a pile up of wax

to the point of deafness in your soul

too, stubbornly refusing an active feel

of my humanness, brokenness, my need

© henry victor            24.01.2018

to embrace another i go

hurry! and get to bed, rest to wake

early in the morning with evening
now gone, and the hand of daughter
to someone from far to take away!

for i now need to adopt another daughter

or may be a son for a change in my mood
and to pass on my books, manuscripts
and present pieces to edit with colour!

also to soon entomb my worthless bones

while archiving, for further study, shards
worked and handed in my tongue
by Fabricius, Rhenius, and Henry Bower!

02.06.2014