sight

What would I give
to enter into that torturous passageway?
anything
to comprehend that map of faint blue lines?
anything
to spare pain
to better life


yet I fail miserably.
I am not sure who is more blind- myself or my patient with glaucoma.

"patient is no longer a candidate for lung transplant"

a cruel euphemism for "we are sending you home to die"

Again he faces death as he did in Vietnam-
but these wounds are surgically incised,
these bruises from heparin,
the choking off of air from the build up of scar tissue within and the heavy hand of bureaucracy