"SHOP CLOSED"

I have seen Mike come to clean up Mr.Bertie’s place twice. He was the one who tried to remember him by having a 9 night. A candle almost done. Burnt out. Some music from a old transistor radio.
One man who never really knew him well.  At least i don’t think so.

I was there. Thinking about the setup of things on the
jerk pan. I always wanted it. Mr. Bertie told me he ordered it made and his greatest ambition now was to sell jerk chicken from the shop he operated in this uptown apartment complex. I saw him jerking many things in that pan. Breadfruit, Lobster, fish was roasted. I looked at the pan every now and again talking to Mike about his life. How did Mr. Bertie die?

Death is final.
Where does the soul go?
The place is empty now. After a week they removed the death notice for Mr. Berty
a sign “shop closed”.