having found a dead man…

each day
he wandered down
to the adjoining furniture store
for
coffee
and
conversation
since both
the hotel
and
the furniture store
were owned
by
the same
family
he was
a widower
living
in a cheap hotel
a rather
gregarious old fellow
the kind
authors love
to
write about
in
stories
of
how sociable folks
are
more resilient
than
the uptight assholes
that
tend
to run government
after
a day
or
two
the manager
at
the furniture store
noted
he had not appeared
for
his morning brew
two of us
new staff members
were sent
to check up on him
after
several knocks
on the door
we let ourselves in
with
the master-key
he was in bed
and
quite dead
the first dead person
we’d
ever seen
he looked calm
but
somewhat bloated
by noon
the body had been removed
and
we were instructed
to
replace
the box springs
and
mattress