The Mould Man

The mould man came today
and he ripped out the floor in my kitchen
and he ripped out the units
underneath my kitchen sink,
and he fitted me with a larger cupboard,
and crawled under the bath to get at a leak.

And the mould man came today
and I’ve waited for him for so long
but he wasn’t what I had expected
no gas mask or boiler suit front.

But the mould man came like a prophet
sent by the agents, of De Montfort House
and he sealed up the walls in the bathroom
and painted them blue like an artic cloud.

And the mould man had an answer for everything –
for the death trap of wires rolled up by the door,
for the man from bar roma with children,
the famous poet I’d met while he toured.

And the mould man had an answer for heartbreak,
the mould man had an answer like gold,
the mould man had an answer for living,
the mould man had an answer for mould.