Apprenticed to an undertaker A career perhaps, it was said And there they were laid out around More like a closet than a room. He said, I’ll show you And he sat up this girl The shroud falling down. I said, Dead? her eyes are moving, Almost a smile. I felt some hope. He jiggled her shoulders gently And said no, this often happens. You will learn, this liquid Pour carefully—embalming, Stops,—you’ll get used to it. And, this chap, fifty years in the one house In B——. I said, why! I was there! The face looked familiar What was his…