That Undertaker’s Creepy… Just Look At His Fingernails, Ew! by Paul Tristram

Ghostly pale white skin with a bluish hue
like a morgue-frozen corpse…
I doubt he was born to anything but this trade.
Eyes which resemble bloodless bullet holes,
thin grey, stretched cobwebbed hair
almost phosphorescent,
beneath his Stovepipe Top Hat.
Look at the dandruff upon his shoulders,
it’s like cloud-gazing,
see, there’s a half skull & cross bones shape
upon the left hand side.
That protruding, pointed chin,
excuse me whilst I shiver,
is the stuff of nightmares,
and the crooked nose, I bet it’s natural,
and that ‘Violence’ and ‘Accident’ were not needed.
As Solemn as Debt…
trailing a foul aroma of mildew and urine.
The chalk dust upon his Herringbone sleeve cuffs
makes it look as if he’s been shoving his hands
into the gaping abyss in his spare time.
But, those long, slender fingers,
Oh My God Have Mercy,
are enough to make you swear out loud…
the nails are the colour of dead fish eyes.
I am really not at all happy, I could cry,
with him touching our poor Jeffrey,
it’s sending shivers all up my petrified spine.

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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at You can also read his poems and stories here!


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