Ode To Janitors
By Jedd Ong
Their eyes were so bright,
The whites of it dancing
Like the moon in the night,
Alive, as they stood there,
Crouching.
The oppressive evening
Brought a cave of shadows,
Heavy footsteps leaning
Towards a hallway bare,
Or so deceiving.
They carried themselves
With a regal air,
Their sunburnt fingers—deft,
Clutching their scabbards,
And in them,
Mops.
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