((( The Undertaker))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

((( The Undertaker)))

Rating: 3.7


Hes cold-hearted and stoic to a fault-
He oft' appears at ones front door...!
Dressed in black for hidden attack...!
'Tis evil to his very core;

He always leaves his calling card...
Its printed in blood tinged red...! !
Hes the Undertaker with blue-veined wired hands...
Complete with 'delusions of grandeur' in his head;

To say that he is cruel or sinister---
Well, honestly that would be speculation---
But you know there are hints of his malice and maddness...
In words-cleverly buried in sublimation;

For its told he will curse the ground that you walk on...! ! !
Set spells of his magic deemed ever so black...
Seems death 'tis his most fervent destination--
Found in the morbitity of much garnered fact;

The graveyard 'tis his home away from home...! !
Where headstones share many a grotesque tale...
For hes the Undertaker with the blue-veined wired hands...! ! !
And oft' the very last in the coffins final nail;

For in the deep maddness of his cerebrum---
Lies a deep-rooted tendency towards 'blood-lust'...! ! !
He is an ego-centric-dangerous psychopathic deviant...
Spawned 'neath the center of the Earths most hardened crust;


June 5,2010

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Grantham 10 August 2013

The undertaker is a very important part of society. They dispose of the remains of the deceased by burial, cremation or spreading of ashes. Also they are in charge of embalming the deceased and are involved in other aspects of the business. Undertakers have undertaken a great task. Very interesting write.

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