A part of me has been blow away
I lie in the battlefield
Explosions sounding round my head.
I’ve lost a lot of blood and…
I may not make it
What hit me anyway?
I wasn’t paying attention.
Did you see?
Do you see the part of me missing?
Mirrored in your face,
I see how awful I must look.
Mangled, mutilated
You are frightened by what you see
and your fear frightens me
I must be hit badly
Call the doctor, the priest
my mother…
For if I do not survive
I want not to be alone on this battlefield.
~ Mk Michaels, 1991
