"Iron"

One single foldout chair, center stage, with spotlight. Throughout the monologue, Death sits and stands whenever they want to switch positions.

Death: These people think they’re safe. They think that where I’m taking people is “where innocence is burned in flames.” They don’t know. They don’t want to really know. They don’t know that Heaven is a place of inescapable white and Hell… well Hell is “a million miles from home” and “I’m walking ahead” of them, guiding them. That it’s my duty. They don’t know that this walk lasts forever or that “I’m frozen to the bones” like them.

This walk keeps going. The paths crisscross. You’re asking how I do this for 55 million people a year. There’s many of me. I’m here and there and over there and behind you at all times. “A soldier on my own” and truth be told “I don’t know the way” 98% of the time. I end up in front of someone, my hand extended. That’s when our walk starts. We don’t finish until the person disappears.

The most asked question that I get, is whether I like what I do. Who likes what they do? I didn’t ask for this, but “I’m riding up the heights of shame” with these people who don’t stop talking or asking things that don’t matter to them anymore. All I’m supposed to do is make sure people get where they belong so that I can support myself in this god-forsaken, miserable place. Who wants to be here?

No, I didn’t ask for this. I ended up here. Like you ended up there, at your job, that you hate, but you do it, because you have to. For whatever reason, you do it. That’s how I ended up here. So I sit and get ready. “I’m waiting for the call…the hand on the chest” so that I can lead you too. “I’m ready for the fight and fate.”

Are you?

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