They brought to me the shattered bodies
Rent by shot and shell
Most I lost but some I saved
In that surgical corner of hell
I was not a god with magical skills
Rather a man, just like you
But they told me I could weald the knife
Maybe save a few
Hands were shaking lips a tremble
As the first boy was carried in
His face a shredded ****** mass
Devoid of lips and chin
Tears in my eyes, fear in my heart
The precision cuts were made
Eight sweat stained hours later
The young boy had his new face