Life In A Bucket Poem by YURI DURAAN

I am saddened by this scene
that came across my desk -
a death in photographs….

your mangled body scraped from
a car wreck…
the person executing the task wearing a mask –
no need,
the fragrance of your vitality does not
linger here anymore
you have gone and left others with the
necessary chore of putting the puzzle together
your body,
the cause,
the effect devastating….

your life will be hailed in an obituary
your death summed up in hollow words in
a post mortem report
the bits and pieces of your body not
fit for burial placed in a bucket
and carried away to be dispersed of
with ammonia and maybe some mumbled
words between those present….