Mexican Morgue

I went to this

invisible 

art exhibition 

and walked into 

an empty

room of white

walls and a fine

vapour mist

that gently

moved as I 

breathed it in

the space

and depth that 

inhaled eloquence

an elegant sheet

of satin and a 

skip of playful

freedom we

joined the

sound of the 

mill cascading into

the flow

below

the fields and

splendour of

night’s parade.

It wasn’t until

I left the room that 

I saw the sign 

describing the blind 

piece of 

   ….art? 

It said the 

mist that 

kissed 

my lungs was 

formed 

from water 

used to wash 

the bruised 

abused 

bodies 

of murder victims 

in a Mexican 

morgue 

following autopsy.

Death inhaled and 

experienced as light 

when viewed 

in a place 

of visionless 

sight. 

The deceased 

connected to 

life through 

pores and cells 

embracing 

the living 

recycling 

the dead 

the existing 

carrying 

history from wars 

as the fog of 

the corpse 

soars 

and creeps 

and penetrates 

deep 

into bodies 

of observers 

the emptiness 

full 

the dirtiness 

clean 

at an 

installation 

I’ve

never seen. 

An empty 

deathly room of 

white 

of struggles 

and drugs 

that forced

violent 

fights 

a place that 

conflict could

not resist

a cause to find

peace with

those

that are mist.

Inspired by the ‘Invisible’ exhibition at the Hayward Gallery where I discovered the work of Teresa Margolles and her installation ‘Vaporizacion’.