Billy Loving


The Medic - Poem by Billy Loving

A loud retort
Life cut short
Falling to the ground
Blood pooling all around

Pulse he tries
Hand closing the eyes
Overhead, the plane's roar
A casualty of war

Silent prayer said
A few words for the dead
Downtrodden medic moves on
Listening to the gunner's deadly song

Topic(s) of this poem: war

Form: Couplet


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015



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