Drowning
He's drowning
in a sea of people.
Well... Not exactly.
He's drowning,
that much is true,
but not in a sea of people
per se.
He's drowning
in a sea
of legs and arms
of blood and bowels
of lips and eyes.
He's drowning
in the eyes,
in what they show.
The agony,
the pain,
and worst of all
the trust.
He's drowning
in the trust
of the soldiers
when they hear
he's a doctor.
He's drowning
in the loss
of every man,
no, boy,
they're only boys,
that he couldn't save.
He's drowning
in the uselessness.
The ones he save
get sent back
only to be killed
in the end.
He's been drowning
for over a year now.
Then
he shakes hands
with the new arrival
and
he can breathe.