Franks Psychiatry 4 #47: lost: one cockerel

Frank Prem

he's a skinny little kid is this one
wiry you'd call him

 

every so often he lets out a scream
blood-curdling really
the first time
you want to race down to the Seclusion Room
and check to see that he's alright
never mind if it's time for the Fifteen-Minute-Obs
or not

 

but he just smiles
a big whole-of-face and all-of-teeth smile
says no
it was just the devil he was yelling at
he's fine
really

 

o

 

kay

 

~

 

the little bugger has turned the bed upside down
it's a solid block of foam rubber
on it's arse in the corner of the room now

 

sheets and blankets are everywhere
but at least he's peed into the bottle
and hasn't gotten into any finger painting

 

last time that happened
this Aboriginal guy painted the national coat of arms
Kangaroo and Emu and shield
all over the wall in shit

 

it was that good I might have saluted
if I wasn't laughing so hard

 

~

 

four hours is up
time for the Mandatory Medical Exam

 

lord he's a dag
grinning at us stupidly
with his eyes full of trust
and a complete absence of guile
but utterly unpredictable

 

when the doctor wants to put her stethoscope
onto his chest for a listen
he puffs himself up like a little cockerel

 

~

 

we've been through anti-psychotics
nothing has worked

 

we're doing shock therapy
but he's already too high

 

we've kept him away from illicit substances
he's not using

 

we've nursed him in High-Dependency
and in Seclusion to keep stimulation low

 

nothing seems to work

 

he's not much more than a kid this bloke
but I think his life is shot to bits

 

we've lost him
already

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2018 00:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 4 - acute observations.
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  • Goldfinch60

    So sad but told with humour and caring.

  • Laura🌻

    Frank,
    So sad for that little guy!
    ~~~~~

    I’m embarrassed to admit, but the part about the Aboriginal guy and his mural did make me laugh!

    ~Laura~

    • Frank Prem

      It was pretty funny at the time Laura, but also the most powerful summing up of the state of play with regards aboriginal feelings towards the country that I'd ever seen, I think.

      Only remembered in this poem.

      Very sobering.

      • Laura🌻

        Wow...



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