Code Blue

Code blue in the ICU

Chest compressions

Clear!

Yellow gowns

People crowded

At your departure bay.

Bed springs squeak

Chances bleak

At least you’ll look

Good in black.

No time to think

Just to react

Curtains closing

On your final act.

Natural progress of death

They told me

Organs failing

One after another.

Round two

Won’t be long now

Dangling from the line

Where fate and hope intertwine.

The family’s tears

Pent up for years

Comes rushing forth

The moment you flatlined.

– Vagabond Prophet