A large board
bed-sheet white
with black tape running
vertical
and
perpendicular
creating boxes
categories
tracking systems
this board hung on a wall
in a funeral home
at 4:07 p.m.
on any given Wednesday
a warm body in a suit and a tie
waits by the telephone
for the sure sound of ringing
a cash register cha-ching
this person is faceless
soul painted with the dark strokes
of a casual indifference
a vampire bat sitting up right
hanging on to the inevitable hope
that Death is out there
thinning the heard
every single day
Death doesn't take a day off
nor does the mortician
because he knows the probabilites
he plays a mean waitng game
hanging in there
like a tortoise holding his water
in the middle of the Mojave desert
so,
back to this white board
hanging on a wall
in a mortuary
upon this board
are hand written
names
in dry erase marker
pretty colors
and if your name
is on this board
you're dead
Jack!
hate to break it to you
but that's just
the way the bubble bursts.
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