White War


White walls and ceiling,
white marble floor,
white tables and chairs.
A white, box-like room.

White curtains.
White scrub-suits and coats
worn by nurses and doctors
rushing and panting or
seemingly dancing
to a rhythm
they can only hear.

White light
that fight dominion over the night.
White line
that the dying patient seems to follow
unless
snapped back!
by a needle prick or
spirit of alcohol or
pierced with a cannula then
anti-death medicines and fluids
flood that shrinking veins or
pumped hard and
bagged.
Intubated then
hooked
to life saving machines and monitors.

Flat-line.
The doctor called it and
raised the death toll.

White sheet
covers the dead body
atop the white cold bed.

The adrenaline rush is over
The black angel
won
the white war.
  

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  1. Originally written August 2, 2015 at Tripoli Central Hospital, Libya.
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