The Examine (a poem)

He just sits there

   silent staring

at the world,

   yet uncaring.

Without movement,

   without motion,

eyes just drifting

      like the the Ocean.

I found him there

   when I came in,

in your chair 

he is stayin'

Patchwork ghoul

of friends I knew nought,

faces I once passed

but then sought,

Who begged for bread 

and got not rock,

nor coin, nor crumb

from charity locked.

Who asked for smile,

eyes and a laugh,

received blank stare

from this dead wraith

Under the faces,

ever changing,

stays the beast

motionless remaining

Whose eyes pleaded 

for attention.

Who reached out 

with loving intention.

Holding me 

within your arms,

fighting off

all that could harm.

Yet pushed away 

by some great ego

Abandoned

as off I go.

Asking for but

faith to atone

within hearts fleshy

finding only stone,

Uncircumcised,

dead.

Always a statue

still unmoved.

Thy hands spread wide

east and west encompass

spill thy blood

on stone and on rock.

Still accursed,

 I wander below,

I long for hope,

which from your side does flow.