Basic Black

Basic Black Basic black, they chatter like two lovers choosing flatware, obituaries their compulsion, scanning through the fineprint for the tragedies today. "Albert Johnson, he's a young one, taken by his Maker, leaving children, such a shame." A hunger for the details drives these gannets to their prey. They'll not be 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. Their memories are treasures while they're sitting in God's parlor, dressed and ready for their turn.