He is the man few have seen.
He works alone
in stockrooms or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.

He is never behind the counter
nor in the kitchen.
He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill containers and racks.

Occasionally
he is found in defunct depots
that have long since
been depleted of function.

Inexplicable sightings
in forgotten corners
give him a mythical life,
a twilight existence
that leaves

foot shaped shadows
where it has crossed
our small-minded paths.










(C) Eric Ashford June 08