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                              The Bottom Line

 

 

                         When the rains come down

                         a poor man dies

                         no flowers bedeck his coffin

                         no sunshine or an open hearse

                         professional mourners weep instead

                         under damp umbrellas

                         skilled men neatly groomed

                         lay out the corpse

                         with silken courtesy

                         eulogies prepared by strangers

                         honor the ritual

                         no time is left to grieve

 

 

                         After the hallways are deserted

                         only a naked light bulb remains

                         outside the rented room

                         filtered with patchy light

                         after the total silence

                         a bill comes sedately enclosed

                         due and payable

                         the contract is now complete

 

 

 

                                                      Jack Mashman

                                                      1988