The Case of a Senile Graphomaniac

He had already lived through sixty solstices
Unfortunately, over this long time
He never came to his senses
At Christmas
On the Feast of the Nativity
They took him to the asylum
For a simple reason
In his old age
He developed a strange obsession
He discovered the magic of geometry
On the facades of houses
On fence panels
In shop windows
Even on the front of
One government institution
Like a madman
He drew large rhombuses with chalk
With a vertical line in the middle
He returned home from the institution
After three months
Upon his release
According to the court’s decision
He could not remain unsupervised
They assigned him a personal attendant
So that in the future
He would not scribble inappropriate swastikas on walls