they chart choreography of lives

learn the mechanism of moves              

then wait to bring thunder clouds

to storm and force doors 

at the dark side of dawn

with barking mouths and feet

 

it's in their dna to examine 

and remove the fibres of yours

distilling essence for clues

from nooks and crannies

 

they scour sinks for germs

from scrubbed hard drives

of minds, words and images

lurking deep behind eyes

 

then swarm upstairs to strip

search sheets for signs

of bad dreams, tip upside down

linen baskets of thoughts and

take some away for questioning