I didn't know her In the coming hours and days I will I will know of her travels her dreams Her passions, her brother her, sisters Her mother, her father and her best friend Her boss her colleagues. I will meet you all, In turn
You see I don't know her Though now I'm her only counsel An honoury counsel if you will A go between, an artist in some ways I will paint her picture I will paint it without compromise It will be a "still" life not impressions I will give it my all I always do
We met only a few hrs ago The bright sunlight in your flowing hair Eyes fixed in a warm gaze A smile, yes a smile Perfect teeth and jaw Lips the envy of any model I never heard your voice Just your last lost breath Gone now
I don't know you Yet now your laid bare before me In the bright light it seems irreverent You clothes gone your body cold Why so young, why on a beautiful morning Why at all
To work now The attendant comments "You alone?" he is here As the pathologist enters my colleague arrives All here ready to go, and yet each of us I swear pauses Is it respect for her or shock So young
I know now I mean I know the cause of death I've scribbled dozens of post mortems As has my exhibits officer, shes the best The drink drivers, the druged the racers The limbless the headless biker All have a story, a reason when flesh divided ***** by ***** the answer presents This time no different a ruptured aorta Yet different
Ok done My notes go to be transcribed We wash, dress. Hungry? Yeah ok The pathologist joins us for breakfast He jokes about a fry up "it will be the death of us" We eat on, it's dealing with it I guess A last supper for them in a way A black closure
The picture? Oh yes Death by rapid declaration. Not a pretty one One side perfection the other bones exposed None of them will see that. The attendant is a seamstress a consummate professional They will see a friend a daughter a colleague Not what we see or how we answer their questions So many questions
I now know more An amazing daughter, fabulous friend And a lost lover who worked late Partied early but didn't drink Emotional after a romantic split Fatigued tired out with colleagues Tieing one on to forget. How then? You drove home In the mornings sunlight Radio on you went a little fast only forty two Miles per hour that is. At thirty you may have survived But not today
Now goodbye The coroner's verdict accidental death Tired, fatigued you simply fell asleep Drifted and weaved, you couldn't see his Uturn You never saw anything again It was your turn, my job is done No other to blame all the canvas used The full picture painted I never knew you, yet think of you often Some you simply don't forget The needless The good The honest Sleep now