Come and stand with me
The ferryman will come again
We have so many tickets

— me (date unknown)

A poem written after spending a couple hours tearing off the wrist bands and adding the paper stubs ready for labeling with the names of the next 250 people to be admitted to an end of life medical facility.   The overwhelming majority of those bands would go onto the arms of people who would die before they were taken off again.   Even this simple task is fraught with hard emotion.  This uses the ferryman metaphor in the context of Charon.