Voices Crying in the Wilderness
A Dispatcher poem
I hear the baby cry
I see the mother fall
I hear the addict
Screaming from the hall…
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I hear the roar
I feel the flames sear
My gut clenches
My soul gripped with fear
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I hear the veteran whisper
I feel his soulful cry
As he holds his pistol in hand
While I beg him NO, Why?!
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Every blow strikes my center
As the voice pleads in my ear
I feel the pain, the agony
I experience the paralyzing fear
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Gripping the cradle
Fingers clamped white
As the units in my ear
Respond to end the fight
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Every cry, each blessing, every visceral blow
Lands first on my ear, my soul, my heart
Before ever the physical help arrives
But I know I have played my part
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I save lives daily, help where I am able
Laugh with new mothers, Counsel those in need
Send the cops, the paramedics, the engine of red
While my voice is but a whisper in weeds
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I am the FIRST first responder
I answer the call
Listen to the problems
As you pray on deaf ears not to fall
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(I AM) 9-1-1
What is the location of your emergency?
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp



Comments (1)
Another beautiful tribute! I loved it!