Beauty, Brains

Bereft of all reason
Alone and stumbling,
                              Once proud and vain
Now alone and old
the fate of beauty
                              singular
What does brain get you
a few years of maudlin time
then motor functions dissipate
caricatures of once what We were,

Sometimes a ray is good
then all rise singing hosanna's
in praise
chants
in rhythm
mobile fair eyed ones
in joy

Come take
Me there
hold My hand in twain
I will never be alone
                              is that the fear

or that sound
will disappear and
those lovely flesh
talking slaps and flogs
are gone forever
Such a thing of beauty
then nothing
a world of no sight and no sound
she will still
be there  
at the end of the Way.