No lines on the face move,
words caught in the throat,
cough up as a cantankerous rasp.
Arms lie stiff on the lap,
eyes closed,
furrows on the face deep set.
He is a mere crust,
core turned out .
Moorings
familial, emotional
disengaged
he floats.
Time ticks by
on the clock
whose hands he
watches with no curiosity.