An Ode To A Lifetime Contractor Poem by Doris Cornago

This is a journalistic report of one who's gone
Full circle in life shackled, then freed and yet
Walking on thorns, walking on eggs, not
Sufficient for this life of a mute witness
Do you see my eyes, as they see you
Do you wonder why they look away
At the mention of someone's name
Do you wonder why shadows
Cross their surface from time
To time, do you wonder at all
If I'm truly there when I cease
Commenting, am I still
Existing, what am I
Thinking, or am I
Gone, trailing
Someone
From
Shadowland
Asking him what
Was on his mind that
Day in August when he
Had to go without a word
Who sent him off on a mission
The same contractor who made that
Lifetime contract, which got in between
Our lives, before everything else comes due
Not my choice, but birds have feathers to fly
Fishes have fins, tigers have claws and sharp teeth
But I only have these eyes to see and perceive, be obedient