The Embalmer’s Hours

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Silence

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I used to work in a funeral home

I used to sit with the dead.

I used to fit them in their finest clothes

I arranged their flowers, their hair, their hands.

As I worked

 I’d listen to Mozart, sometimes it was the Ramones

sometimes I would eat Pez and sprinkle holy water

on a plant we kept in the hall.

The dead had died

and I was alive

we were mismatched companions for awhile

but

I wonder what it was

that

 watched us both

in

such quiet and thoughtful silence.

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Author: animar64

I write- the rest is filler

8 thoughts on “The Embalmer’s Hours”

    1. It was quite an experience to work in a Funeral Home, but that sense of never really being alone- either it creeped you out or it didn’t. I drew a sense of connectivity from it.

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