He patiently waits on yet another call.
A “pick up” is about to be made.
Night after night,
Body after body,
It never ends.
As the night grows cold,
he feels the stench of death looming in the air.
For he already knows that death is iminant.
Sooner or later it will be the end
…For someone anyway.

His job is quite tedious
Yet through all the years,
he’s found pleasure in his work.
And sometimes it often amazes him,
To suck the blood out of another human being.
Being able to give them one last look,
that others will remember for years to come.
It is his job, to make them look as good as possible
As they lay totally powerless in his care.

No smiles will ever be made
No words will never be said.
It’s just him and them
All alone
In the dark.

The only breaths that will be taken,
is his
and his alone.
The only steps that will be heard
are his
and his only.
For the dead no nothing,
and he knows this
and yet a part of him strives on being able to
do as he wishes with them.

So he works his magic on them
as best as he can
presenting them to loved ones,
family and friends
For one last glance.
Before sending them into the unknown.

Copyright 2003