31 Oct 2015 – Sorting the Mad from the Sane
We tried to help him. Someone offered him
a chain to keep him warm he didn’t like much.
He broke it, ran off, spent his yowling years
with only death to listen to his song.
Then Jesus came along, and he came down
to meet him on the beach, a wild appointment
God’s reminder app brought both together,
scaring the bejeebers out of everyone.
And that’s the way we found him, steady-eyed
and sober. No one still remembered
what his name had been. The devils called him
“Legion” but those scoundrels stole our livelihood,
and now they’ve driven off the cliff in our
“clean diesel,” kosher pig-pink hatchback.