Courage Under Fire
War could not remove
her face, shining,
In spite of mortars exploding,
Machine gun fire over our heads,
Rocket launchers, grenades,
They said she needed a transplant,
I once saw 3 people,
from the best hospital in the world,
take 45 minutes to get a line started,
in her hand. Puncture wounds everywhere,
Holding each other, we keep standing,
my heart breaks, and falls on the floor.
I will never forget the artillery,
the lady two rooms down – died.
We fight on, up the hill,
Suiting up with gown, gloves, and mask,
to visit her.
Chemo is next, we use our flame throwers,
screaming for help
we cross the river, fall in the trench,
hand to hand combat, side by side.
Air support, reinforcements.
and then smoke… but calm.
Dawn on the horizon,
she puts on a mask, N95 by 3M,
no hair, skin peeling,
we walk out of the hospital,
for healing, we kiss.
She turns to look at me –
and sends healing my way.
I see new skin, not much hair,
but I am stunned by how beautiful she is,
we embrace again, and more…
I love her skin, her lips, her smile.
from the Garden of Eden.
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