"Due to the pandemic I started a job that I did dread,

The only people I did meet,were sadly the dead.

At the morgue family members were not allowed to be there,

I learnt to treat each body with loving care.

 

Inside the morgue I feel overwhelmed and lost,

My thoughts are with the families and those they have lost.

Nurses place the bodies in a white bag,

And scribble the body names and attach a tag.

 

Lifting a body from a bed is a gruelling task,

Two of us do it in protective clothing wearing a mask.

We try and block out the dread of the chore,

And concentrate on moving the stretcher through door after door.

 

Moving a thin older woman draws from me a tear,

The feeling reminds me of my gran who died earlier this year.

A good day at work for me I must say,

When only one or two people have passed away.

 

The best part of working at the morgue, remains to be seen,

I'll withdraw that remark it's a little bit mean.

Due to the pandemic my colleagues are dead beat,

Because of the strtct deadlines they have to meet.

 

I prepare for the worst and hope for the best,

As many more due to the pandemic I lay to rest.

Sadly I must bring my poem to an end,

My condolences to the bereaved I do send."