What type of people do they hire
to clean hospital rooms
once the patients
have departed?
Straighteners, neateners;
what do they call them?
Do they whisper in rooms
where death paid a visit,
do they check the room numbers,
ask- it's this one- is it?
But surely no room
has gone unseen by death-
felt his cold presence,
felt his stiff heft?
The cleaners can't clean
till the patient has left;
do they ever come early-
and catch the last breath?
Janitor, housekeeper,
housemaid or turners;
they'll clean up the mess-
when you're at the burners.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ohhhh, very good one; makes one ponder on such.