Apart but in control.
Never there when the action starts.
Professional visitors to the mentally ill.
Pseudo carers.
Manipulators of meetings,
Of minds, of life.
Freudian debaters.
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
A diagnosis
So that records can be kept,
High salaries drawn.
Never really knowing -
Central but apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem