He is undeniably a man who must Sit upon this world, frowning among his Jesters. He cannot accept nor understand His belongings like he is meant to. He is unable Among many things. He is crude and untamable. A wild beast nearly extinct. He cannot reach The ground from where he stands, and it is an Empty place. There is a whistling in the air so High pitched, it is as if he had broken the law Each day. He is a criminal. Like a man who Betrays his family he cannot feel sorrow. He Is a fly on the wall in a room belonging to a dying Man. He is a dying man batting flies from his wound.