The Undertaker's Revenge

When he shook
my hand
I could feel
he was
off.

When he spoke
and cried,
I could tell
he was
deranged.

This was no ordinary man.

He had
a sickness.

I just couldn't
figure out
what it was.

Days later,
a friend told me.

He's an undertaker.

He came to this
motivational class
to sell people
their plots.

It made sense.

I mean,
we were
planning our
future.

He fit right in.

He found the right people.

The sacred ones.

He stayed away from me.

I was too
full of life.

But I'll never forget
the way
he sized
me up.

I could hear his thoughts.

One day,
your day
will come
and when it does,
I'll be there,
putting your suit on
your stretched out
cold body
and I'll make damn sure
you
look off,
the same way
you look at
me.

May you rest in peace.