Inequality of Pressure

We insert tubes to bring balance,

Air sometimes suffocates

Twenty eight French, fifth intercostal space

Stabbing pain, again,

Can you hear your breath hissing out?

I saw your bright eyes seeing death maybe

Strong muscular limbs brought low,

Suddenly frail, by the downward curving metallic arc

Cursing, swearing, tough guy, fifteen

You hold your mother’s hand.

I saw your eyes watch the blood drain

Then shivering you could breath again.

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