Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

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,
waits...

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Charmaine Chircop August 16, 2009 at 8:09 AM Very dramatic Frank---charma

Christopher Higgins August 15, 2009 at 6:30 PM I am loving this piece brother Frank..love 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.

Carol Sunshine Brown August 15, 2009 at 5:44 PM Good afternoon Frank. Thank you for sharing your fantastic poetry today. I enjoyed reading it. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire August 15, 2009 at 3:42 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