Motion and at rest

Others count sheep. I count bodies. Eighteen year old body falling from a hotel window. Twenty-three year old body twitching on a bathroom floor. Body through windshield. Body stopped by bullet. As the poet/mortician said, bodies in motion and at rest.

Counting doesn't help. It's a construct that belies the lie. What helps is to say the names: Camille. Michael. Steven. John. It only helps a little. Say a prayer for the living. What remains.