I worked a graveyard shift,

In dank and rotted soil.

I pray an end to settle swift,

To cease my nightly toil.

Bryan’s dream future was ended by the pandemic.

In a world crumbling around him, he will take whatever opportunities he can.

When a man with an accent calls and offers him a job, he has no choice but to accept.

He needs only to remember that the door must stay locked.