~Cleaners~

this Poem is dedicated to the memory of Henry Charles 'Hank' Bukowski
in my humble estimation
simply the Greatest Poet Novelist of the 20th Century
never disguising his words behind nuance and artful intellect
but hated for his truth
.... a hero to me.

there was no plan
it simply happened and i thought
'why that old drunk dead b*****d, might have actually read this one and smiled.'
the man with the beautiful eyes.

~Cleaners~ by dEj

always picking

picking

picking at the bones

clearing out the pantries of the soul.

Picking pockets

of emotional gold.

Picking my soul clean of every morsel

of my meat,

fibre,

and muscle.

Cleaners...

Call them not Vultures

it is too kind

for those of their culture...

Cleaners...

Searching out kind heart

to exploit,

this their only art,

and yet so adroit.

Art becomes artifice.

harmony through vitriol,

picking the world clean...

the Cleaners.

dEj(c) 01.20.07