he had rounds

Work (redux)

Darkness begat a child—
His name was Death.
He had rounds to make,
Appointments to keep,
And so he went to work.

What I’m Reading:

“There’s something indecorous about measuring a corpse for their coffin, like measuring the inseam of a man’s leg at a gentleman’s tailor.”

— Alistair McCartney / The Disintegrations

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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