I wasn’t expecting the morning report.
I wasn’t expecting to see images,
The death, the blood, the open eyes,
the open hands grasping at someone
long gone. Bullets buried deep.
The wounds.
Not at eight in the morning!
Today, they told me, was unusually
Homicide-heavy.
Despite the many piercing
Penetrating
Perforating
defects, we recovered every vicious cartridge.
Bullets bagged, tagged, put away.
Tiny plastic evidence bags contained
shards of a life,
a shattered story.
The body was cold.
I wasn’t expecting the body to be cold,
they looked so alive. How could someone
so peaceful, so pristine,
Be so cold?
Water coursed gently over their faces,
Down their lax hands,
As bits of scene and evidence and crime
Came loose from marred skin.
With every course of cleaning
I expected them to sit up, blink,
Something. Anything.
As if merely by bathing I could
undo such great tragedy.
But the bullet lodged deep in their abdomens,
her chest, his legs, his cervical spine
all the places I had seen them go —
Made that a definitive non-possibility.
Bloodied, bruised
Bullet-ridden, broken, battered…
The bodies in the morgue told a devastating story.
It was unexpected — every patient was dead.
Every last one: cold.
How to cope with such loss, when all I’d learned
Was how to keep alive?
What to do when every case was a cold case?
How to confront such failings of a violent system?
How to compartmentalize when there was no recourse?
But the examiner told me gently,
“We are their last physician. Their last advocate.
We get to tell their final story.”
And there it was — the point.
The point of the bullet embedded
in the man’s skin was only the tip.
There was more to uncover, more to find.
More to tell, more still to care
about, and for.
Image Credit: “the morgue” (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0) by flawijn.pix
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Contributing Writer
UT McGovern Medical School
Emma is a medical student at the McGovern Medical School at UTHealth in Houston, TX, after graduating with a degree in English from Rhodes College. In her free time, she enjoys reading (and re-reading!), finding answers to questions no one asked and bemoaning the state of noise pollution. After graduating medical school, Emma will let you know what kind of physician she'd like to be.