Take a Number

Sorry.

Triage: must let some
die
must let some
live
with puzzle piece
parts missing
jigsaw arms, feet, balls
eyes and hands
oh, damn them all,
half-bodies that
didnít quit
so we had to
pick
who to quit
first
but we stayed with them
every one,
we tried to stay with them
every one
but sometimes
the mashed
breathing creatures
clawed at us, insisted
on living
so the dying did their
business alone;
we crave forgiveness
for
letting die
and pardon for
making live.

Constance Lee Menefee
Copyright 2000