In prog…

May 4, 2009

The Mould Man came today
to see the culture I’d grown in my walls
to see the pictures of shadows and lines
to read their maps like cracks in my palms

The Mould Man came today
with his canvas bag of Mould Man tricks
with his potions and tools and low slung jeans
with his tiny trowel to smooth over bricks.

The Mould Man came today
and I sat in lounge with my hands in my lap
and I told him how it had all happened
and he listened whilst painting over the black

The Mould Man came today
he listened to secrets in walls
he brushed them like prints off an apron
he folded them into a bag while we talked

The Mould Man came today
this man from the council of mould in the sky
this taker of things that I gave him
this lifter of spores, this man, in the night.

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