The Cleaners

When the rain falls it’s like watching an old movie
Where it shifts and flickers and tells
Old tales of old people
Of people shrinking
Like you

You are shrinking
Receding into a universe
Which has no space for you Where
you don’t fit in because there isn’t time There
isn’t place for you anymore to be Wrapped in white
Kept safe to dictate

The cleaners came to my room today
There was so much mess to clear up
They had to use the hoover I am scared of because
It might just suck out my soul that I don’t believe
I have Look at the mess today
Look at what you have left

So it was the cleaners who came to my room today to clear up the
Messy papers on the floor and White Wisps of something dead
But we don’t remember dying Maybe an annoying fly
Maybe just a blank stain of our lives Who knows
What you ever meant to mean All we know
Now is that you don’t because you
Are so neatly tidied now Swept
away and receding into the
Vast universe that does
not Want you We do
not need you at all
Tidied away as
soiled scraps
To the
Bin