I just spent an hour wrestling a dead man.
After the family held him and cried “oh, how unexpected!!”.
I poked him in the stomach and gave him an indian burn.
I got yelled at by the nursing supervisor
and told to take him to the morgue.
Before you go, I was told, " keep the eyes moist.",
Family will be giving these to the gift of life.
So I poured on some saline, in a less than respectful fashion.
I guess I was trying to rally a response,
I knew he was dead, what did I expect to happen?

I can’t really figure where I was going with this…
But at the time, my mind was filling-
Being witness to  a pronoucement isn’t new.
Dead bodies I’ve seen plenty.
I’m almost used to hearing family members cry,
but I haven’t felt right since I doused those eyes.