In two adjoining
Kindi hospital
casualty ward stalls
main trauma center
Eastern Baghdad
a girl -
long black plait
held off her forehead
by a red Alice band.
laid out beside
her little brother.
Their mother
across the aisle,
beige dress soaked
in blood
hem to armpits.
Another brother slumped
on the floor,
insensible
he's sitting in
his mother's blood.
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