Sunday, May 7, 2023

poem

 First Responder

I went to check a pulse

And when I turned her head

Her face was gone


Instead of a face

There were a million wordless thoughts

And thousand sacrilegious prayers


Instead of a little girl

We’d become a body

In the bushes, gunned down 


Without a face

No one smiles

You can’t even a frown 


5/7/23



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