Psalm for the Medics
(Eastern Ghouta)
The
road to paradise, an avalanche
of blood, swerves away
from them.
They
hear a breath,
launch their sirens
through piled towers blinding dust,
shovel
to concrete muffled moans—
O eyes heed—
bodies snapped into silence—
Blow, mouth, into beaten
lungs!
Even God had to light the clay
with his frozen breath—
Hand, slap the new tender
flesh—
Fingers,
snatch a cry
from the shivering umbilical cord.
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