mortician (Remove filter)
Player Piano
Player piano in the empty funeral parlor foyer cranks
out old standards with a Dixieland flourish. The old
wooden cross. How great thou art. Take my hand precious
Lord. No one hears it. No one is here to discuss pre-planning.
No one peruses coffins for his aunt who has been sick so long
the family forgot she would die. No one is scooped out
by grief at the accidental death o...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 11:07 pm
Recent Comments
Stephen Gospage on ARRIVAL OF CONCRETE
7 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Quiet Path
51 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on A memoir
54 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Waiting
57 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on "AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..."
1 hour ago
Yanma Hidayah on Human
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I am Palestine Action
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on A Prize Miscast: A Warning to Oslo
1 hour ago
Tom Doolan on Here Today Gone Tomorrow
3 hours ago
Mike McPeek on An Excellent View
9 hours ago