Face of an Angel

Face of an Angel I hear the distant rumblings of artillery shells I hear the singing sound of stray bullets I lift my head to look around and see the toll Bodies scattered like leaves on a fall day. Some with limbs torn from them like a barren tree. Some with their entrails exposed like a lion’s prey. I feel no pain, just a sense of floating Of being outside my body. Of looking at myself with a red river flowing from my leg. I hear a distant cry, “medic” I sense a shadow above me and see a helmeted head with a red cross painted on it. I see the face of care and compassion. I see the face of an angel