The Embalmer –

Coffin maker, undertaker, dead person looker-after, tea parties with corpse friends when light bulbs zip their finish
Pall bearer’s superstition, dressing the dead before midnight, knows off heart Robert Burn’s ‘Tam O’ Shanter’ a dowdy story –The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o’ night’s black arch”
Now, dark room filled-up with beaming embalmed faces, not easy with the coloured people, gets around that, French masquerade ball masks
Caffeine, bread triangles and sugar cubes, Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos smoking from a wireless, all this before Heaven, Earth, a Blaze
Excellent company, ‘Auld Lang Syne’, nail beds

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