Thursday, February 2, 2006

At The Docking Station (Act Two)

Cyborg




And so, this is
how modern medicine
works: Doctors
prescribe medicines
that would regulate blood
pressure.
Countless fluids
passing through catethers
prolonging a life
that should have drifted
away.

Pacemaker makes
the heart beat that
even though the mind
is trying to shut itself already,
the muscle pumps toxic blood
that supplies oxygen
from the ventilator -
her artificial lungs
ever since her own
had collapsed.

Food passes through a
series of tubes that
now threatens to
occupy her entire sagging
mouth, her swollen hands
are already full of tiny
red holes from countless injections
and needle penetrations
no thanks to the ubiquitous
medical tests that must be
performed to her tired body.

Her kidneys had long
failed A dialysis machine
could do the trick...

but what for?

All we have now
is a souless zombie
destined to wait forever

Unless we give
her peace.

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