THE MORGUE: Terry Finch

Who were these people whose shrouded bodies I now see? Egyptian mummies lying in wait, neatly and tightly wrapped in white body bags stacked on stainless steel shelves.  Each body tagged – as if it were a piece of luggage. Otherwise anonymous. Genderless. It’s cold in here and I pull in my jacket and zip it up. Protection. Comfort.  What were their stories? How was their ending? Peaceful? Painful? Expected? Did it come after a long illness – perhaps a cancer which ate at their very bodies – and then attacked their soul? Was their going a blessed relief – … Continue reading THE MORGUE: Terry Finch