Exhausted Poem by James Casey

Exhausted

I stand here now exhausted and beat
Asleep on my feet, so to speak

Yet I will go back when called
It is my duty and I cannot back away

Sleep is only reserved for a cherished few
None of us here haven't narry a clue

We are just men, boys really, doing what we do
With a team of great doctors from whom we take out cue

The smell of blood will never leave my mind
Or an autoclave freshly opened not ever far behind

Fingers that look like prunes, all wrinkled and wet
From being inside laytex and the scrubbing that they get

Why are we here in this embattled place?
Why does one set about destroying human race?

Why me? We work as a team to save all we can
Is this why God saved me, was this his great plan?

If it is to this end that He has chosen for me
Then I'll be the best damn medic He will ever see

Doc Casey 1964