June 2013 – A Poem

2012 Sespe Condor Sanctuary

I didn’t want to pick out an appropriate picture for this poem. I picked out something calm that reminded me of the opposite of what this day felt like. Many of my poems are flashbulb memories or combinations of flashbulb memories. This poem is the worst day of work I have ever experienced. I don’t know if, in a literary sense, this poem is any good. There are quite a few poems like this I keep hidden: more personal in nature and harder to predict how a reader is going to react. Let me know what you think in the comments or like it. If you do like this poem, share it with your friends so I can get a decent survey of whether or not to post more like it.


June 2013

I watch a woman melt today
Skin sags off a decomposing body
With a sputtering heart
Interstitial fluid melts into
The heated inflated bed
Brain death at 4 o’clock in the afternoon
Her children bicker in the hallway
Her pacemaker trips
Every few minutes

They sign away their rights to sue
Hospital-Acquired Infection List Marathon
As the ventilator sings positive pressure
”So she never woke up from the surgery?”
”No, ” the doctor lies
Through his military smile

I am a phlebotomist and
A disease controller:
Biohazard level 4 room, Sir
Check-in Check-out – a list procedure
[Can’t talk back to the M.D. – Report her!]

I keep my mouth shut
As they beg for hope
Their mother’s dripping on the floor
More Chux! More Chux!
But their sister has to get there
Before they allow us
To turn off the machines.