Janitor Image

Black man,
with a sturdy broom,
a feeble brow,
and eyes of bloom.

He gathers dust
that falls from where
his mind and soul
may never dare.

He fears the children
who mock his silence
whose rapid passions
dissolve their sand.

And yet when eyes of eternal light
shall gaze upon with infinite might
his weaker flesh,
yet lack of pride,
I think that they will take his side.