TO the man I found at the bottom of my garden;
to you sir and your sanity.
I believe you left that at the bottom of your garden
where the birds chipped away at your toes.
Forgive me sir, for all my kindness,
at only staring at you for two days and two nights
before I swept you behind the gate
along with dust you shed on
the weeds I had cut.
Your shadow, sir, you left your shadow behind;
It has been sitting there and scaring my cat.
You forgot to collect it when I pushed you.
You’re falling apart old man
and theres nothing I can do
to make me want to help.
It lies there and faintly sobs;
it bleeds onto the petals
but cowers from me when I run over
to tell it to stop.
‘stop!’ I say.
Sir, It is scared of me,
so can you please come and pick it up.
To the man who you find at the bottom of your garden,
do not talk to him but
feed him well and comb his hair
so he will be healthy enough
not to forget himself at your door.