Soul Caretaker

Soul Caretaker Saw him this morning a jute sack slung over his right shoulder and it was full of yet un-dead nightmares. He is the man who collects discarded dreams those we deny having thoughts that have seeped out of our dark interior when we have slept, all our sick thinking, unnatural sex with family and animals and limitless violence, sack was full cleaning up humanities excesses. In the morning papers, we read about dead children, husband shooting or stabbing his wife, his darkest dream has become an obscene reality. Without this man with his sack, we would be stabbing each other wading knee deep in filth and gore, but we are saved in our daily life as we can’t stop leak, the crack in our soul- that a child drowned in a bathtub, and it happened when a mother lost grip of reality, this was not as she thought a dream How to explain that to the judge