Romeo Naces Poet Rhyme

The Medic

The spasmodic throes 
                                           of the dying,

                                   the sickening stench 
                                            of the dead,


                                the shattered stare of the
                                           war-shocked,

                                     float and fade in this 
                                           medic's head


                            as he trudges on through mud 
                                              and blood,

                                  seeking out the lost and 
                                            the wounded,


                                    dazed in the gray haze 
                                           of gunpowder,

                                 slain before the war even 
                                                 started.

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