Disclaimer: Don't own NCIS.
A/N: EXPLANATION - I reckon having Ducky's job of not just the autopsy but the psychological autopsy has got to be scarring. Understanding what his "patients" have either been through or done and what was going on inside their heads must be harder than he makes it look.
A/N2: Yes, another poem. I realised that I hadn't really written anything about Ducky, and I love him, and this just kind of happened.
Payment For Knowledge
They lie side by side,
They have no breath,
They all look the same,
All equal in death,
He is the person,
Who can tell how they died,
Their mouths are sealed shut,
They've secrets to hide,
He is the one,
Who can always see,
The way these corpses,
Used to be,
They have stories to tell,
No one else hears,
He listens to their laughter,
Watches their tears,
He searches their bodies,
Analyses their minds,
He's often scarred,
By the pain that he finds,
He makes light of his work,
It's the easiest way,
He's just trying to make it,
Through every day,
He talks to his patients,
Works for replies,
He usually gets them,
He always tries,
His findings are needed,
To solve every case,
He'll come up with something,
Discover a trace,
To pay he remembers,
The things that he knows,
For him no case,
Will ever close,
His friends can help him,
But no one understands,
The massive commitment,
That his job demands,
He looks back at his patients,
Flicks off the light,
Before closing the door,
He whispers goodnight.
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