Medic
.
The shattered stare of the war-shocked
float and fade in the medic's head,
the spasmodic throes of the dying,
the sickening stench of the dead.
He trudges on through bloodied mud,
seeking out the lost and the wounded,
dazed in the gray haze of gunpowder,
slain before the battle even started!
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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