Front line (Medics)

syringe pricks into flesh and bone
each scream, a tone
each pint, we whisk
a front line risk.

one wide glance at the ambulance
a breathing chance
one dies, one lives
who lives forgives

outside us is an aftermath
and a bloodbath
some, we will still
some, we’ll still kill


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