they took the body out
but the blood/bloodstain
stayed there.
the investigation begins.
that’s the police’s job.
but after the death
the cleaner cleans.
he cleans up blood,
pieces of bone,
skin,
maggots, flies
everything that
a corpse/body
leaves behind.
the smell
of decomposition/death
will be gone
by the time
he finishes his work.
he has a very close
relationship to blood.
it’s something
that he respects.
he always tries
to keep in mind
that these remains
left on the floor,
this blood/bloodstain
belonged to someone.
what were they like
doesn’t interest him.
who were they
he’ll never really know.
he just owes them respect.
(every time he leaves
the atmosphere changes.
it changes
because nothing
reminds
them anymore
that there,
in that place,
someone
lost their life.
things will change
and the way they see
these objects
is sure to change as well.
of course they
still have that loss,
that pain,
but the way
they are
going to face it
is different.
his work is done
and theirs begins.)
he has a recurring dream
about his work.
he is driving at night.
the street is dark.
there are people
but he can’t see their faces.
he doesn’t know if
they are saying
hello
or
goodbye.
it is something
he would like to know
but he doesn’t have
enough time.
he thinks
that these
shadows/silhouettes
could be people
who have died.
at the end of his dream
he’s in the sea.
he’s trying
to get
to the surface,
but never
gets there.
it’s a cold,
dark
place.
he tries to move.
he tries to struggle.
suddenly,
he wakes up.
instead of being uneasy
he feels happy.
all around
are the shadows
of tombstones
leaving so many stains
on the grass,
so much work
for him to do.
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