White Ambulances Poem by Gert Strydom

Moaning they drive past
with flashing red lights
to stop silently at places
while their occupants jump out in white coats

do kneel at patients in a circle,
do touch them with their rubber gloves,
do carry them away on stretchers
that does neatly fit into the back of the ambulances

and the doors with the red crosses slam shut
before they drive away,
at times do cut in, in front of cars in the traffic
and the curious people that watch chatting

can go on with their daily lives
and can forget of the accident, of the man with the broken leg.

© Gert Strydom