Life in the Day of a Body Bag
by Chris Sorrenti
zipper horizontal - left to right
oh no! why are they putting ‘that’ guy in me?
ugchh…what a mess!
you don’t look so good buddy
thanks for bleeding all over my nice clean insides
of all the stiffs I’d have to meet
why couldn’t it have been a sweet old lady died in her sleep?
careful - don’t pull too hard on the material, fellas
whoa - he’s a big one
probably around six foot two
two hundred pounds or more
wonder what happened?
oh - wait a minute
the detective is filling in a subordinate
long hair - handle-bar mustache
approximate age…only thirty-two
female acquaintance - critically injured in the attack
run a make on the Camaro, Officer
Quebec license plate 376F161”
hmmph - nice car - too bad
he won’t be needing it where he’s gone
“Sir - we have a positive I.D. on the victim
name - Marcel Girouard
resident of Montreal
middle level drug dealer
two previous arrests for possession of Cocaine
possible underworld connections”
that would explain the machinegun attack
appears someone had it in for this guy
and now you’re my guest
to keep you safe…secure
fool - too late now to change your ways
zipper horizontal - right to left
“by the way, Captain
what do they do with these body bags
after we’re done with them?”
“they incinerate them”
590 hits as of July 2020
Author's Note: Based on a real life event that took place in Montreal in the mid 80s. I came across it in the pages of Photo Police, a tabloid published also in Montreal. The name of the victim, license plate number, etc. are fictitious, to protect the privacy of loved ones and the innocent.
Posted on 02/15/2017
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/16/17 at 10:26 PM|
Hey Chris, I appreciate all of the details on the Montréal death. What I'd really to know is how I can get one of those talking bags and how much they cost. I think I could make some money with one of them unless they only speak to the dead. Really good write.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/17/17 at 03:41 PM|
Well, now I feel bad for that bag. This is a creepy, intimate look at death from that side of the zipper. A really effective technique, Chris.