those poor creatures in habiting
the shadow y world between reality
and un reality now roaming the gray
and cream corridors of the world
and its men tal institutions?
Who speaks for the hollow-eyed one s
in the corn ers and the grinning ones
with hives of bees in their heads
always whisper ing and twiddling
in their mad moon existences?
Who speaks for the dangerous ones
locked up in their straight jackets?
Tell me dear voices - Who speaks?
