a tiny man
in a toy coffin
eight years
my best buddy
kidneys dead
spent
endless
hours each week
captured by the machine
devouring his blood
then shooting
the red bits and liquid pieces back
into his guts
clean
from the day’s turmoil and joy
doctors said the pumping
could last 20 years
past that
God’s creation
withered
and he hooked up to
metal and tubes
2 years beyond
the fateful closing date
knowing
the last part of being
oozed away
without hope
his blood soon
to turn thick and turgid
he lived as long
as he could
yet not long enough
in the grave
now
six years
my tears this day
not praise enough
for a heart
consumed by life.
Charles Chaim Wax
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-refused-the-glance/
