Psychopomp

I’m trapped within the furthest corner of

Their dining room – I watch them eat and drink

From this shadowed distance dark above

Where none see me and no one dares the link

Between our worlds, the breathing and the dead,

Where I exist, am always in transition

Before the door where inside all are lead

To those old landscapes and their deposition.

Then suddenly their cat aware he stares,

While they continue to avoid my space:

They blot their vision, can't confront the fears

That wait them here or in that older place.

But Henry, princely king of cats, he sees,

And every night comes closer by degrees.