Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Autopsy Case # Psalms 144 (Scene 2 Take 1)

(Scene 2, Take 1)

 

Off their table and into his gurney

Wheeling you out I start you on your next journey.

With a push of a button he unlocked the latch

Slipping you now into the back and through the hatch

Metallic flakes embedded in the darkness

Sporting twenty two inch chrome rims

He earned it, it's his pleasure, and it’s his pride

You were the second to lie in the back and go in his new ride.

Thoughts of what you will look like run through my visions.

I only know your twenty years of age and if you look into my past

And turned back the clock you would see on the top of the page

Where my first son lost his mom only three years older

From the same cause sixteen years before.

Pulling behind to the parlors back door

We slide you out and your wheels landed on the garage floor

Pulling the chain now I lock us all in and with no escape

Through the windows no one can peek, not even through the drape

With a count of three we place you on your next table

Your remains are contained in a white disaster bag

That bears a zipper with your name on the tag.

Ever so slowly pulling it down with eyes closed till the end

I prayed hard with devotion and with pure respect

Once I saw what was inside my screams were muffled by a silent gasp

Eyes were opened to only see I now was just beginning to inspect

Cause I'm now looking hard for something familiar to detect.

Scanning for the cause he made me stop and with it a long pause

Tearing and scaring the ****** flesh of my mind I then felt

Upon the sights, the true power of the reapers claws.

On a new strange quest, I see now, I'm taking a test

Mentor with a grin on his face I can't contest

I don't complain for I watched him get his fill.

Knowing this is the greatest and now to date,

I now only hope when we get done tonight

I'll get an A in the end

On my test.

 

(To be continued.....)

 

P.S. Buckle up for Scene 3 Take 1 it's all about sewing him up an putting the pieces back together for casket viewing....

 

(CARSr. 2012)

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
curt-a-rivard-sr
American
Published
Nov 12, 2012
Lines·Words
39·393
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell curt-a-rivard-sr how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write