Fading Image On the Screen of Life

Like dying embers wounded soldiers watch as life ebb quietly Struggling to catch a gulp of thinning air While the medics do their thing with intent A spurt of blood, then More blood oozing out of the broken veins Life like a fading image on television screen Keep going into the unknown As fear keep enveloping everyone caught in naked awe As the sun quietly slides in wispy clouds setting While the tall shadows takeover the show The medicine man talks reassuringly But the departing man like an insect hanging on a grass blade In the midst of the rushy flood torrents Shivers but only on the drowning grass Prayers are uttered silently As the hands of the medicine man Grind to a halt It was another dark day