Where The Body Lay
Some weeks ago, we drove out of Anthem on I-17, heading south to Carefree Highway.
Just south of the on-ramp, we saw three police cars on the side of the road, and
we assumed that there was a wreck - then we saw a lot of yellow "Crime Scene - Do
Not Cross" tape strung among the bushes just off the side of the road.
And then we saw the body.
It looked to be male, short, Hispanic - fairly nondescript from our vantage point.
Laying facedown between some creosote bushes, and not moving at all. Not "sombody
asleep" - a dead body. Funny how we just KNEW that he was dead.
Ethel heard something about him some days later on the radio - with my passionate
avoidance of any newscasts, I'm not likely to find anything out myself. But all we
know is that they don't know who he is, and - at that time - they weren't assigning
a cause of death. So we don't know who he is, or what killed him.
Somewhere, somebody might be waiting on him to come home, or send word. And they
would have no way of knowing that he's not coming home, and won't be sending word.
He left one place, and never got to the next place. And his people may never know.
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