Record, Cross Check, Compile and File.
Everybody gets older.
Click, Slide, Fold, Seal.
The deceased slipped away in a nice clean folder.
You Lived and Died,
Date of Birth, Education, Occupation, Date of Death
You told a tale, but are stuck
Stagnant in a cabinet, withheld from freshening breath.
‘Deceased’ in printed letters,
the assistant files on,
keeping up her efficient pace,
she carefully note’s that you have gone.
It started with your birth,
It ends with not a bang,
But the shuffling of some cards,
Archiving your last remains.