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.