Anatomical Sketches

The hour was late
He thought
As he looked down at
The man of the hour
Dirt on his face and clothes
He grabbed him by the shoulders and hips
gently rolling him on his side
Sliding the blanket under him
before letting him lay back
He rightly positioned himself
on the other side of his new friend
Once again rolling him slightly
Pulling the blanket through
Feeding the rope beneath
the arms was a easier task
Syncing the knot tight
he examined his work
Satisfied

The nights toil almost behind him
He crawled out of the grave
rope in hand and sat down for a short while

His studies had suffered greatly
Help was not to be found easily
when one deals with the beggars
and thieves

This was a stunning specimen
Young and strong
He had waited with great anticipation
for the sun to set

A hint of the dawning light in the horizon
He began to hoist the corpse out of the grave
This was no easy task
Yet he accomplished it
All so careful not to mar the subject
All so careful

Death loomed in the dark night
Under the sweet moonlight
Fresh and cold
Young and bold

He heaved the dead weight onto his shoulder
Making his way to his carriage
The streets were silent, empty
Vacant

The task of getting him into his study
would prove no more difficult

The morning light shining through the window caught him laying young Thomas down on the table
Carefully pulling the sheet over the head, he proceeded to get some much needed sleep
He would save the rest of his work for the morrow

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