a 'Crash Poem"

Picture by Jimmiehov, copyright 2014, all rights reserved 

http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_19.html 

I awoke slowly, my head 

I awoke slowly, my head was throbbing, 
my arm was bleeding, am I still alive? 
I remembered that moment, downward we 
Until the next second, seeming eons 

We crashed.  People screaming, babies crying 
Then I fell again, out of consciousness 
I awoke to moaning, hushed sobs, no tears 
Some alive, some wishing death, most were dead 

Then I saw him, silver cane in hand, tall 
Cold were his eyes, a gruesome grey, shining
Red rays emitted, piercing dark corners
Seeming to be searching the rubble, looking 

I began his search, those alive we helped 
Splinted an arm or leg, stopped their bleeding 
Pulled and walked them from the plane, yet no fire 
The dead we piled, strange, he marked with his cane 

When I awoke again all was quiet 
No grimness, no airplane, no bodies seen 
Another man, golden cane in his hand 
Was I dead, was I marked by the other 

No scratches could I feel, my head was clear 
Clear from the scratch of the dead, clear from aches 
No bleeding, no cuts, like it never was 
The man with the golden cane met me then 

Smiling he said, quite an ordeal you had 
It's over now, thanks for helping down there 
We didn't miss a soul, ours are all here 
The living went on, rest marked for the fire 
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Poem copyright , © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved

I am linked twice at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
Once with Kerry O'Conner at A Skyflower Friday -- Shipwreck (link) and
Again with Marian Kent at Tuesday Platform (link)