The lunatic is out on a wall
She sits there in the cold
Counting figs…

The light has passed through her brain
‘She is illuminated!’ she says

The river runs through the left vein
Of her bandaged wrist

She has swallowed a fistful of dreams
Her gut reeks of Milky Ways
Turquoise pebbles play in her skull

A cold dry wind wafts
Stirs leaves around…

The ward is silent now
All screeching has died down
Only one sound remains

It’s the last call, Siren for sanity!

The lunatic will not get off the wall
She is out on a call
The light has passed through her brain

‘She is illuminated!’ she says