Whispers From The Hall
by Kenneth Wanamaker

    The undertaker, for instance,
    Who powders the face of a corpse,
    Injects its veins with formalin,

    Hustles pool at night,
    Carries his cue in a case,
    Peels the label from a whiskey bottle,

    Says: I see death, day in, day out,
    My aim is steady, without passion.
    I know how to slouch
    Over a table.






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