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The Necromancer’s Tears

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This poem is about my recent experiences working for an organ procurement agency as a surgical technologist; I worked as part of a tissue procurement team, and we harvested bone, skin, eyes, and muscle tissue from organ donors and prepared it for shipment and donation.

He weeps, assigned to mourn for others who Had none to mourn them, none to say goodbye, Those whose harm medicine can’t undo, Whose bodies he takes apart each passing night. He scrubs, a cleansing ritual, to keep Away the microscopic things unseen The rite distracts from tears he wants to weep, The tears a spell for spirits in between. The spirits who pass on under his knife, Though now are still and silent, him remind Of another who once left this life, Whose spirit longed for, tried for, peace to find. But now is not the time to cry and mourn, For there’s a job, as reason is to rhyme For some, still from this life, who, not yet torn, Without these gifts, would soon run out of time. The necromancer’s tears are never shown, But what he does has ripples far and wide. Now for his former acts he can atone, His magic helping those on either side. 1

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