The Mould Man (redraft)

May 4, 2009

The mould man came today
and he ripped out the floor in my kitchen,
he ripped out the units
underneath my kitchen sink,
and he fitted me with a larger cupboard,
he 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 arctic 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.

He brushed all the secrets like saw dust
pressed them like flowers, against kitchen towels
he lifted them cleanly, like mould must
and folded them gently, their delicate growls

And he wasn’t what I had expected
this man from the council of mould in the sky
but he left with the things that I told him
silent as spores, a man in the night.

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