Night on 82d

Ambulance parked in an empty field
lights turned off and siren stilled,
sign of an accident unrevealed

to daylight. Who knows what yield,
what strange bushels of harvest filled
an ambulance parked in an empty field?

Red cross, blue cross, square white shield
hovered protective above the chilled
sign of an accident unrevealed

by burning house or shattered steel.
If someone died, how was he killed,
ambulance parked in an empty field?

Across the city, the wounds unhealed,
the darkened streets, the blood that's spilled--
signs of accidents unrevealed--

are cracked veneer some hand has peeled
baring truths unseen, unwilled,
ambulances in empty fields,
signs of accidents never revealed.

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