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Far Louder Cries

It was exactly what the doctor feared,
after the chemical explosion,
she just stared
about the hospital ward,
so many lives at stake,
she felt as if her heart would break,
the place was crammed
with many beds as it could hold,
so many spirits damned,
and so many souls were cold,
and most of the space
was filled with sleeping mats,
and death is what most would face,
as the holy ghost just sat,
it was certain it could smell
the stench of death
in this isolated hell,
as it held its breath,
there was a low background hum of pain,
soldiers going insane,
salvation was needed,
and God tries,
as several other soldiers who were contributing
far louder cries,

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  1. Date: 8/16/2009 8:09:00 AM
    Very dramatic Frank---charma

  1. Date: 8/15/2009 6:30:00 PM
    I am loving this piece brother when the holy ghost came and sat and watched..this is good writing especially the latter half of the poem...good to read you again friend.

  1. Date: 8/15/2009 5:44:00 PM
    Good afternoon Frank. Thank you for sharing your fantastic poetry today. I enjoyed reading it. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 8/15/2009 3:56:00 PM
    "so many spirits damned,/and so many souls were cold,/and most of the space/was filled with sleeping mats,/and death is what most would face"... Strong...dramatic images, my friend! Great write. Ruben.

  1. Date: 8/15/2009 3:42:00 PM
    Terrifying images of a catastrophe we have all come to dread with the onset of chemical warfare. The description of the hospital with so many injured soldiers left me paralyzed in thought and fear. How amazing it is that the Holy Ghost could "smell the stench of death in this isolated hell." Very Powerful, Frank! Great to read your work again. Love, Carolyn