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
Desert Dweller 
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