My 93 year old, diabetic father-in-law


He Nearly Died




He nearly died.
Another two minutes
And he would have
Gone.

His throat was
Gurgling
The death rattle,
Semi-here,
Semi-there,
On the way out.

The paramedics
Injected glucose
At two minutes
To twelve
Of his final midnight,
And vanquished
Death,
With the plunge
Of a syringe.



Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2014-07-23 at 12:48

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Makes me think of our advances in medicine and how in many instances we're able to cheat death and keep it at bay... I hope your father-in-law is feeling well after all of that! I felt a little alarmed that he was feeling so poorly and so on the brink to the irreparable, I can guess it's not a good feeling to be in as it brings so much powerlessness. These words here, to me, brought that feeling quite clearly to the forefront!
2014-07-26



I may be wrong but is this about diabetes? If so, then the urgency of the glucose is expressed well in your text. A simple medicine that can give life. I like how you talked about the death rattle, half in half out. How delicately we hang in that balance.
2014-07-24



and life is more than flesh

great write Esti
2014-07-23