Sacred

The medics have haloed Mohammed’s head.
Eyes closed, he lies still as a marble saint

in a medieval cathedral.
Arms outstretched, the technician steadies

a metal plate ready for the Xray photograph,
eyes intent on the large lamp

lighting upon Mohammed’s torso.
All life is sacred

whether you are friend or foe
in the field hospital at Kandahar.

moya pacey

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