The Coroner

Mortality is my employ

Morbidity I do enjoy

Dying just to hear them speak

Lifeless just like them I seek

Another cause of death unknown

To but a corpse of skin and bone

Examining these open wounds

With patience in my waiting tombs

Marking multiple locations

Here and there, these lacerations

Trauma to the fractured skull

Damaged by the voided null

Bound and gagged, the hands and throat

Then who I wonder wrote the note

It speaks of pain and pleasured grief

How all of it the pen bequeathed

Before the overdose resurgence

Suicidal peace emergence

Body bags unzipped to see

The recently deceased is me