Brainwashed bodies, cactus under the skin, red eyes and scorpion splinters under the fingernails. Secrets and silence in the morgue, stainless steel slab and cold people, white coat, lifeless eyes like mine, a self-murderer and pensioner, a brothel prostitute with a bludgeoned cranberry face, facial fractures, blooming fissures from a sicko and their sex-drive, half-eaten tongue and cavernous incisions, ribs broken and poetic tattoos, dirt and grime, a child from a roadside ditch, contorted, bent and broken, shaped like he's praying to God, a newborn wrapped in a plastic bag, an executed prisoner, castrated, ghost of cartels, Juárez, a place where the trees are dead.