The Man - Chelle

The clouds overcast the day
It turns dark
It's not night
But it is dark

A man in black robes
A stench of formaldehyde
Fills the air
His pale face
His black clothes

The undertaker
He works with bodies
Bodies of people
Souls of animals

This man who wears the robes
Who performs the burial
He creeps into the night
He laughs at the sight of death

The clouds part
The sun comes out
The gloominess leaves
And the happiness returns.

Chelle - November 15 1994