Stolen corpses dragged
from cemeteries, morgues, funeral
pyres, half a dozen hands
used to shepherd the bones
through stages of de-fleshing
drying. Whole price:
a dollar forty five
for secret dealers--
they wire pieces together,
paint on medical diagrams,
saw away sections on skulls.
One day,
I received the cold body of
my youngest son, 15 years . . .
I saw death the first time, and
the day after,
law keepers gathered the following details
about me.
name: so and so.
age: around 50 years.
cause of death : unknown so far.
occupation : keeper of the village cemetery.
Now my eldest son
works in my place.
Trade (BEGIN)
Last edited by arunansu on Sat Apr 26, 2008 4:50 am, edited 1 time in total.
I don't know why no-one has commented on this. Personally I have held off because I find it very depressing. It is extremely well constructed and the images are vivid. I just don't happen to like those images - they make me too sad. I wonder if this is what other people think.
