He slaves away, the undertaker—He
uses a needle, inject poisons through
the bodies, keeping lives preserved—The key
to quickened moving, are thoughts of reviews—
Endemic to Roman towns, Tacitus
crossed the Atlantic Ocean, finding work
for a small, old and stingy man—Redress
adults and children—Pants and undershirts,
tuxedos, ties and dresses—Brushing manes,
design, hair lengths, and pigments of diverse
sources—Mascara, outlined eyes in vain,
blush cover—Bodies ready for the Hurst—
The labor Tacitus fulfilled dissolves
with time—Their time’s short—He’s here to evolve.