Register Of Souls
By birksy
Pressed back into holes in the tunnel wall, he stands, sees our faces looking out at the bricks, in his fingers a black biro that silently ticks his register of souls. He’s not a bad man, you know, just doing his job, it’s the government that pays him, though you won’t see him on any wage slips, he's paid slightly differently, not the usual range of perks. For when there’s a crash, that injures some folk, you’ll see him walk through the wreck and the smoke, quietly counting the people at his knees, and tick, ticking, quite dispassionately. So, when next in a tunnel, and you see those strange holes, remember he’s there with his register of souls, give him a smile, make it quite plain, that you’ve no intention of seeing him again. Written February 13th, 2002 © on May 20 2002 09:33 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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