Was is

(Originally posted on my Medium page)

Patient,
On a table.
She was
A doctor.

Injured,
And out;
He was
The captain.

Hunted
In the haunts
It roamed
As the hunter.

Shredded,
Glam mag
And made
Confetti.

No lights,
No bells,
No farewell
Thoughts;

What is
Had just
Become
What was.