Once I saw a picture
of a man down,
his blood pooling on the street
while the swarming EMTs
took forks and knives to him instead of gauze,
butchering a life they could have saved—
Oh God, forgive me . . .
it was a mirror.
Once I saw a picture
of a man down,
his blood pooling on the street
while the swarming EMTs
took forks and knives to him instead of gauze,
butchering a life they could have saved—
Oh God, forgive me . . .
it was a mirror.