On The Limits of Psychiatry

He lost all heart his brother said,
And looking at the rippled torn back pages of his unmade bed,
I think I understood.

He lost all heart his brother said;
Not an organ much commented on in the meetings, conferences
Assessments that examined the rate of risk,
The rate of change,

Afterwards there was talk of Chlorpromazine,
Of borderline psychosis imbalance in the brain.

He lost all heart his brother said
And looking at the crumled pages of his unmade bed I think I understood a little of why he was now dead.

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