Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Above The Law

Silent as rain drops sliding down glass
fibrosis and inflammation are stealing his breath.
It’s not like he could put locks on his lungs to keep
them from burning and scarring all they touched.

They’ve been scanned and shot at with steroids,
alarms went off with shortness of breath;
no way to haul their butts to jail, they haven’t
committed any infraction of law to issue a warrant.

I sit here drinking a beer, and writing a poem,
he lays there sucking life from a hose.

13 comments:

polona said...

oohhh... powerful! a definite WOW!

Katie McKenna said...

ohhh this is... harsh, powerful and sad Pat.... because I sat there once myself.... listening, wondering.... and at loss...

Thank you...

Masago said...

Oy.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

we never know how we'll go...

Janice Thomson said...

Wow is right - this certainly gets to the point - and why not, it is what it is. Excellent Pat.

floots said...

so sad pat
i remember that helpless feeling all too well

dsnake1 said...

the last 2 lines hit really hard. this is a powerful delivery.

Don Iannone said...

God hears poems too!

jel said...

hey there !

take care

boulies said...

This is so very sad Pat. Having been through something very similar, then losing my loved one, I feel this where it hurts. But I love Don Iannone's comment. And I'm sure it's true!

Bill said...

That's quite a first line, Pat.

sage said...

Powerfully humble--"Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return"

Inconsequential said...

been there.

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relate.