Nov 11, 2018
From the Morgue...
Thoughts on Veteran's Day and My Days at the Morgue We wait in an endless line that never moves We crowd into any available space, chair, or room We cannot return to what we were We can only go forward And no one knows what waits for us beyond the veil A peace fills our spirit but it is without feeling A sense of apathy prevails Happiness and Sadness do not have any meaning here Nothing has any meaning in this dull transitional time Which we must endure without end If there is more to see beyond this, it remains hidden As we will be eventually. Memories, a few scraps of writing, an epitaph. But nothing more. And we will be forgotten.
