• The Cleaning

    Work continues the same everywhere Beginning again in the early evenings Into the nights and mornings as quietly Changed into white clothes we wear Surface layers of dust that air brings Are wiped again until the cloth is slightly Shaded where fingertips polished the hue From flesh to cloth a mild vinegar scented Astringent of sorts, the final mortal flavor Held to thirsty lips, an ancient chiseled statue Cleanses daily filth from pure and repented Fixtures that furnish the house of our Savior