The Embalmer

by

Daniel Chapa

I met a man today
He didn’t say a word
I was lying on a table
My naked skin he observed

Had not bathed for days
Emitted an awful smell
He barely even noticed
It was usual, I could tell

Washed with various chemicals
Rinsed with a garden hose
Did not miss an inch
He even swabbed my nose

Many others were waiting
Quietly for him today
I happened to be first
As for why, I could not say

Next I was massaged
My stiffness rubbed away
Muscles tight, it felt as though
I’d been motionless for days

He stuck plastic in my eyes
A cotton swab in my nose
He took a wire suture
Tied my mouth hole closed
Shaved my face, styled hair
Stabbed me with a suction hose

Blood rushed out in spurts
Splattering upon the table
Swirling down a drain
That did not need a label

Replaced with a smelly fluid
It made my body tingle
Snatching all my redness
Among my organs it did mingle

I felt an awful puncture
Just below my belly
At once I felt suction
Sensed my organs turn to jelly

This process was not pretty
I just wanted it to end
Leave that room behind me
Never return to it again

I’ll never forget the stranger
Who put me in this casket
If I see him wandering heaven
He might just get his ass kicked.

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by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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