Water
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He turned his head
Toward the voice
Into the half closed eyes
The boy who seemed not much older
Dirt streaked his hair
Sprawled his uniform glistened
Fresh blood
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Colors of carnage
Crimson wetness on the fabric
Shreds of grass
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"Water," he begged
Blood drenched the cloth
His arm was immobilized
Pain, ragged flesh, splintering bone
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He took the metal container
Removed its cap
Waited for the pain to ease
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Extended his arm
Across the blood soaked earth
Water trickled
Down his mouth and chin
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This poem is made using the book The Giver by Lois Lowry