He was a prisoner for life cooped in a cell of human bones. An unseemly brain had plagued him and love was not to speak its name. Rarely a smile was ever seen or a pleasant song ever sung. His heart beat just to stay alive, his thoughts not shared with anyone. Life’s woes made not the man this way nor playact in some masquerade. He was innately born this way and died, it’s sad to say that way. At his wake there were no others only me, his loving brother.