Life Support


Hoses and tube, vents and beeps,

The whole room’s a buzzin’;

Technology supports life,

With the threat that death is a comin’.


A nurse stops in, adjusts, wipes, pokes,

A doctor examines, shakes his head, acts weird;

A tech plays with this or that, rushes out.

The patient prays, sleeps, waits in fear.


The family hovers by,

Witnessing their loved one drugged.

Already grieving their loss,

Debating pulling the plug;


Priests, good friends, concerned and acquaintance,

All take awe in their helplessness;

For they all know that they can only support life,

And not demand its existence.


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