This raw obscenity is
the word most frequently
spoken by American morticians.
A pleasant and balding cyborg,
it dresses always in
clam-shell gray.
Colorless. Odorless. Tasteless.
It signs its name 'John Doe',
and waits for something
or someone to make it whole.
David Kowalczyk
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