Body Language
Body Language
By
Michael P Amram
A long
while ago I met
the
undertaker,
(I
remember the grim face)
he
escorted death
to its
preparatory place
I met
him going down
an
elevator,
he
looked astute—aware of
his
ties to dead,
his
casual connection to
bodies
in bags that zipped,
fitting
forms in
heel to
vinyl head
he said
nothing to me in words
letting
dead eyes speak,
ignoring
the lights above the
elevator
doors,
most
eyes' fixation to time
how
long 'til they get
to
where they'll be
By
Michael P Amram
A long
while ago I met
the
undertaker,
(I
remember the grim face)
he
escorted death
to its
preparatory place
I met
him going down
an
elevator,
he
looked astute—aware of
his
ties to dead,
his
casual connection to
bodies
in bags that zipped,
fitting
forms in
heel to
vinyl head
he said
nothing to me in words
letting
dead eyes speak,
ignoring
the lights above the
elevator
doors,
most
eyes' fixation to time
how
long 'til they get
to
where they'll be
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