You lie like a log on the modern bed,
Eyes closed, mind locked in a deadly dream,
The efficient ventilator gives you breaths, not life,
The monitor beeps are a muted scream.
My brain is become fuzzy with sleep,
My mind is numbed by many a care,
My soul is still haggling for its price,
I sign a few reports unaware.
The sister wakes me from a shattered dream,
Your pulse is feeble, BP is low,
I make a few adjustments to your drips,
The pupils dilate, the reaction is slow.
We thump your chest, load you with drugs,
I’ll fill the forms, I tell your son,
Just a few formalities left you know,
Death after all is just another one