Terrorism

Bad dreams

Nightmares

A teenage boy

Refrigerators

Full of blood

Fear

(Don’t let them see)

Responsibility

Car bomb

Six or more patients coming

Type and cross

Twenty units

Ambulance arrives

No lights

No siren

Hands, feet, torsos, heads

Delivered in makeshift stretchers

Made from olive drab blankets

No survivors

The job has shifted

From saving lives

To body identification

Knowing one could be Dad

Putting the puzzle together

So that family and friends

Can say goodbye.

©2010 BT