Pops
by HFagelman ~ February 12th, 2012. Filed under: Poetry.Therein he lie
Bells and buzzers aflight
Awash in overhead glow
From fluorescent light
Does he know?
Does he know?
Fluids wash on by
Dextrose drips and laughs
Some wicked candle dance
As measured graphs tote out the sentence
Does he feel?
Does he feel?
I am looking down
Like a dream of death where one never wakes
Like a bath of lies that only takes
And see myself in his cheek borne lashes
The pain of loss
Held back for the machines
That hold his soul in metal arms