a tiny man <br />in a toy coffin <br />eight years <br />my best buddy <br />kidneys dead <br />spent <br />endless <br />hours each week <br />captured by the machine <br />devouring his blood <br />then shooting <br />the red bits and liquid pieces back <br />into his guts <br />clean <br />from the day’s turmoil and joy <br />doctors said the pumping <br />could last 20 years <br />past that <br />God’s creation <br />withered <br />and he hooked up to <br />metal and tubes <br />2 years beyond <br />the fateful closing date <br />knowing <br />the last part of being <br />oozed away <br />without hope <br />his blood soon <br />to turn thick and turgid <br />he lived as long <br />as he could <br />yet not long enough <br />in the grave <br />now <br />six years <br />my tears this day <br />not praise enough <br />for a heart <br />consumed by life.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-refused-the-glance/
