Gun Salute To Mortician

Much finer than she was battling with death, Nicer than when she had survivor’s breath Returned to her hurt face the freshest health; Like one who’d begun anew to test wealth… Twenty-One Gun Salute to Mortician: For Morticians I’d turn a musician In all my songs rank one Perfect Magician; I wouldn’t trouble the word ‘Beautician’… Then, cash does motivate a last wonder: Her husband had for this sold his Honda To delay one’s commitment Real Blunder In death you still tore loved one asunder…