Emergency Room Scene
The rookie arrived only after being dispatched,
catheters and tubes hung limply
from every appendage,
lifeless as the body to which they were attached,
the emergency room scene was his test,
and the ER doctors did their best,
the rookie noticed the needle tracks,
as well as the gunshot wounds to the chest,
left hip and the upper right arm,
the lifeless son of a bitch bought the farm,
all the wounds appeared to be entrances,
though with a .22 slug,
the rookie knew it was hard to tell,
the dead man was a gang thug,
living on the streets of hell,
there were five or six people around,
but no family members were to be found,
no screams of grief, and no one would weep,
no good-byes, no one cries,
the rookie breathes deep,
briefly, closes his eyes,
although he was a thug, he was a man first,
as death quenched its thirst,
died, eyes closed mouth wide,
but there should have been someone else
standing by his side.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio
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