Only his brown eyes moved
not the face
or head or body muscles
at all
not even instinctively.
Cognitive activity was so low
it could not be recorded.
Like a puppet I raised
his hands, arms and muscles
in tandem with the flow
of our activities.
No perceivable reasoning
or thoughtfulness
or coherent responses.
In spite of this,
Jason all day long
watched me and laughed
with conscientious glee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem