Not a Normal Job Interview
The day I became a hospital porter.
The interview began that day
In front of twenty-four.
My nerves were shot to pieces
as he opened up the door.
*
I stood in front of everyone
and forced an anxious smile.
Don’t look so terrified he laughed
It’s not a murder trial.
*
Squinting at the clock above,
obscured through stinging eyes.
The hands of death, unnatural,
read 36 Fahrenheit.
*
He offered me some menthol.
You can shove some up your nose.
Then sliding out the metal tray,
a body was exposed.
*
This is Clive, he’s forty three
got squished under a bus.
You’d better show him your CV,
before he rots to mush.
*
An eerie ease washed over me
while gazing on the corpse.
This porters job is yours my friend,
the others all ran off.
* * *
Originally published at https://medium.com/the-lark/not-a-normal-job-interview-9bbf8e8f8054
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Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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Comments (2)
Ha not a job I could do. Great poem!
Oh my, squished under a bus, lol. Loved your poem!