Welcom Hygiene Poem by Paul Bogaert

What you said was undiluted.
And it proved effective too:
I can't see a thing. My head is clean
now and white. It's done.

First I pushed my eyes in
and tilted my head back.
Then I filled up the holes
with eau de javel and white spirit.

That anything goes is a delusion.
It's the air that is tenuous.
Give me time to come round.

Bury me where I requested
water and let me be - out of reach -
of fish.

Translation: John Irons