Cleaning Mirrors

He cleaned all the mirrors in the house,
Some of the reflections he liked,
Some he didn’t,
There was one of a mean old man
With short hair and cuts and bruises on his face,
There was one of a pig and one of a stallion,
There was a bleeding rose in one,
There was a shining star in another,
In one were saints and angels,
In another the devil himself,
As he polished away the years of dust
Animated scenes appeared,
People walking down a long road,
Some weeping, some laughing,
Some carrying young children,
Scenes of warfare, scenes of lust,
Scenes of hatred and scenes of love,
Of fame and glory,
Of shame and ignorance,
He polished the last mirror,
Then, putting down the wiping rag,
Stepped inside.