Heinous Deeds

Feet pushing against sun-kissed sand,

tortured by the sizzling heat.

The sea routinely greets

a gentle wave, ‘Hi’,

drawing back, whispering ‘Goodbye’.

You see,

it is a lovely summer day,

people laying almost naked

on their beach-towels,

presumably obsessed with healthy lifestyle

and a weekly dose of Vitamin D.

To me

the day is different,

shoulder blades penetrate my skin

as I haul a deceased body

across the voiceless shore.

Trail the putrid odour

to its wretched source,

another body disposed

in the pungent pile.

Drag my feet to the other end,

trying hard to not hurl,

the gagging is growing

quicker than the pile is decomposing.

How mundane!

I have to do this chore

again, and again.

Burdened, I feel hopeless,

corpses conjured continuously

on my doorstep,

seems that I am enslaved,

haunted by ghosts

seeking your retribution.

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