THE UNDERCHIEF ATTENDANT TO THE DEAD

 

        
         \ This is Rishi again. Rishi ? from Suddie,1992.
         Now is the year 2022. For all I care in Suddie
         this could be 1922.

             \ The work load at the mortuary flesh ‘n’ bone 
         once loved, no longer needed still too much. 

         Advantage is being taken of me. Duty face must serve   
         say nothing Duty.

         I would be called upon, Day and Night, to transport 
         the dead; bathe and stitch the dead; space^find deposit
         said dead in freezer. To ask what more ? these hands.

                                            *

         Only the other day another dead slip out my gloves  
         and fall, under the strain of moving her | get readying,
         no local mind less curious how far from home
         sweet
give ‘n’ take stretch.

         The money paid for being here all these years still 
         too little. There is clear indication I all alone this
         bridge can’t bear . all this nakedness crossing.

             \ The supervisor chap who drives the hearse still here   
         adding . insult to energy. People still believe he’s a good
         man.

                \ Just letting you know . I plan to rectify this situation, 
         with help from the dead. Planning for all o’ them, you
         watch ! Rishi from Suddie . patience tested under
         separate equal ground soon.

                                                                     – W.W.

 

                 

           

             

             

 

 

             THE WAY

          2.         

             Push it – and there is no ahead;
             pull it back there is no behind.
             Lift it and there is no above;
             press it down there is no below.
             Face it you will not see its face;
             look at it and there is no form;
             listen to it there is no sound.

               Firmness as stewardship of the soul.

               …………………………………………..

         (from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)

             

 

 

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Author: FarJourney Caribbean

Born in Guyana : Wyck Williams writes poetry and fiction. He lives in New York City. The poet Brian Chan lives in Alberta, Canada.

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