relegated
to the cellar now,
a large man,
with a cane who can
no longer
make it up
the stairs,
a walker
for traveling further
out into the yard
to smoke.
they bring
him supper,
drinks.
the necessities of life.
clean towels
and soap.
the tv is on.
he reads the paper,
he watches
the news.
he scratches himself
with a stick.
the wife yells down
to tell him
she's going out for
awhile.
don't wait up.
he says nothing,
he doesn't move.
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