Basic Black

Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A hunger for 
the details drives these gannets 
to their prey. They're not too far 
behind, and that's the reason 
for their passion, 
death and taxes, final call. 

Professional, they'll travel 
thirty miles to pay respects, 
their only consolation 
now that Frank and Jim are gone. 
Memories are treasures 
they will contemplate, while they wait 
in resignation, ready for their turn.