The Mortician
4 January, 2000
Author: Jonathan Vankirk
He cares for the people who no longer exist,
his home is on the land of drained beauty and hides beneath the mist.
All that matters are the ones dead and gone,
he works on into the night and sometimes 'till dawn.
And when the sun retreats back into bed,
he will serve yet another dead.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| angel (200.37.123.157) -- Thursday, July 15 2004, 11:00 pm i really would like to know more about this person, wo inspirates this is so intrigant, and more about the autor, hope to know it soon , its from life or dead, thank you |
| kemarah (10.130.8.33) -- Tuesday, April 18 2006, 06:31 pm i just wanna know what kind of procedures do you have to follow. what do i have to go to school for. i wanna become a mortician one day |
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