Consultant Psychiatrists - Poem by Joe Hughes
Apart but in control.
Never there when the action starts.
Professional visitors to the mentally ill.
Manipulators of meetings,
Of minds, of life.
Never seeing the tea being dribbled,
The Shepherd's pie being sloppily eaten,
The False voices being answered,
The visions being smiled at,
The hitting out at imagined threats.
Listeners but seeing only
So that records can be kept,
High salaries drawn.
Never really knowing -
Central but apart.
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