Raymond Miller

Delusions

We were Care in the Community.
A ward and its inhabitants plucked
from a Victorian conservatory,
poked inside a three storey cupboard,
next door to a bridal shop and opposite
the mug and murder park.
None of our twelve residents
would ever be called for jury service,
wed or beget children –
but that was not the time to unpack
genetic theories of schizophrenia.

We regarded madness as almost wholly
a product of the institution.
What one patient christened The Sound-Air,
that contraption of delusional voices
embedded in redbrick and knight’s move thinking,
would be robbed of its power to demand
and direct without any ears to hiss in;
when the asylum lay quite emptied
normalisation would follow tomorrow.
Tremors, shakes, shuffling gaits
would vanish like bad table etiquette.

We imagined, by setting a good example,
that some of us would rub off on them.
We were merely burnt out and no match
for the shades and familiars, which shifted swiftly
from the outer limits to the inner city.
The Sound-Air was relocated between
the third  and second storey;
chemical warfare coursed through the taps
and the aural transmitters were re- implanted.
Their belief systems proved more robust
and enduring than ours did.

Copyright © Raymond Miller 2016

Ray Miller is very old and has too many children. His poems have appeared in Prole, Antiphon, Message in a Bottle,  even The British Journal of Psychiatry.

Advertisements

About sunnydunny

Poet, publisher, gardener
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Raymond Miller

  1. Stunning and powerful, this poem grabs one’s heart and shakes it.

  2. Ray Miller says:

    Thanks, that’s very kind of you to say.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s