Most people learn how to write simple sentences. But writing one sentence after another making sense, now, that's something else. In my first year in college I could not write a paragraph that anyone would want to read and several professors complained about my work. In the days of pre-grade inflation, misplaced punctuation, an errant thought or a hideous trite cliche' would get docked...sometimes as much as one grade letter. After matriculating (you like that word?) I became a crime scene investigator. In the course of my truncated career...only eleven years...I investigated at least fifty homicides and probably more, hard to say exactly because gore is gore. Now, if a victim loses his head or is sliced in two by a train or catches a chestfull of double ought buckshot or, well, you get the point., those I remember. Homicides are quite bureaucratic. One gruesome murder filled an entire filing cabinet with notes, observations, theories and photos. Police work causes cynicism. I once wrote a routine report of a misdemeanor assault in the style of a post-mortem. "There is a contusion in the right frontal occipital lobe with minor hematoma and traces of exsanguination etc." Nobody even read the report until the case went to court. The Asstistant DA was pissed off because he had to asked for a continuance. What fun! I could have written poetry about some cases, "...her life ended in screams as someone opened her seams..."
I write poetry and short stores. Once in a while my work sees print. I've been working recently on the 'olde' English law concept of "deodand" wherein an item associated with a crime might be as important as the crime itself. Three hundred years ago the value of a gun or knife might be important in the murder trial. If a farmer was trampled to death by his horses, then the horses could be confiscated by the Crown. The sale of the horses was supposed to by given to charity, but the King's cronies often became this 'charity.' I've been looking at the 'death car' of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow now on display in a casino in Nevada in this regard. Items causing death are ofter given mystical properties and gamblers by the thousands have tossed five dollar bills onto the blood stained seats of the ancient Ford hoping that such an act would bring good luck.