Cover Photo- "Almond Blossoms" by Vincent Van Gogh

March 2020 Edition

Those Who Suffered

Natasha Schwartz

1. A.A.
The officers body cam video showed his shocked face,
Twisted into an eternal expression of fear.
A bullet hole in his forehead, bleeding
Mouth agape, eyes wide, arms outstretched
as he lay unmoving on the ground.
Almost as if he was asking his killer
to stop and think of his actions.
A money driven murder,
Because a wad of cash is worth a man's life.
The killer left him in the dirt, like trash.
Not thinking of the wife and four children he had
waiting for him at home.
 
2. T.B.
Dragged and left in a shed.
The most dehumanizing case.
Naked, covered in mud, wood piled on top of her.
The hammer used to kill her on the shelf above.
Her arms and face gashed and bashed in.
The house bleached, top to bottom.
Luminol reveals all in the end.
A lovers quarrel murder,
He loved her to death.
Enough to hit her over
over
over
Until she stopped fighting.
 
3. D.N.​
Mud
Packed onto his face, in his throat
Passed his broken hyoid bone, into his lungs.
His killer didn’t want to see his face,
leaving handprints behind.
Youth ultimately destroyed, on both ends.
A no motive murder,
He just snapped
Beating a friend to death.
Stealing his phone, revisiting his body a day later
Left to rot in a puddle in the woods,
His skin darkening and lightening about his body
Innocence ultimately lost,
Never to be restored.

December 2019-January 2020
Edition

Five Gallon Bucket

Natasha Schwartz

I sat alone in the gallery when they wheeled him in
A baby, one-year-old to be exact, laid cold and lifeless
Light tan skin, inky black hair, naked on the examination table
His face was ever so cherubic and sweet,
as if he were napping.


The medical examiners began to cut
a deep “Y” into his chest,
Like the scalpel was cutting through butter.


They cracked through his ribs, no shears required
Pulling out his heart, my breath hitched as I watched the serous fluid drip
Pale yellow and transparent, covering the examiners blue glove


Removal of his organs was quick
Liver, kidneys, pancreas, stomach, intestines, lungs
All in that order, and all into a bag in a five-gallon bucket.


Strange,
How a whole organ system of someone fits in a bucket.


They grabbed a skull saw,
Cut. Cut. Cut.
Until the top of his skull fell,
clattering onto the metal examination table.
They reached in and pulled his brains out.


His cause of death was evident, even to me.
A subdural hematoma, brain bleed from suffocation pressure
He had suffered while dying.


The gallery became colder at that moment.
Darker,
the reality of how fragile life is set in.


But the examiners didn’t halt, not even for a moment.
They dissected his brain, pulling the clotted sheet of blood away
Into a Tupperware, sent to the lab for a confirmation cause of death.


The examiners then grabbed a camera and began to snap
A dismembered child.
They rolled him around, his open chest cracking and snapping
Every movement was fluid and detached.


I felt the overwhelming urge to scream, to weep, to flee


To them, this was just another day.
Just another body,
That they could stuff into a five-gallon bucket.