poem

 CoagulationBlood dries so fastLike mud spattered againstMy pants, the oppositeOf water or wineClotting even after It's been shed, vainlyTrying to save usEven when it ’s too late And we ’ve run out of time.I like to think my heart wouldContinue to beat, at leastFor a few agonized seconds,Fibrillating on a stone slabIn the secret place Where I decided to take it outAnd show you 6/5/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - June 5, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs