Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Medical Examiner of the Future

Set adrift in lacunae,
Drowned in loopholes and clauses,
Anesthesia not needed:
No one flinches or pauses.

He trudges through turmoil,
Through the gore and the gauzes,
Steeped in shrieks of salvation,
Genuflections and crosses.

Bodies bored through with bullets,
He's stopped counting the losses,
Still, he trembles while scrawling
His rote: "natural causes."      

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