The heart monitor shows hills and valleys that look different from one another
the Sodium Chloride bags are changed every two hours providing the necessary fluids
A foley catheter collects dutifully urine
the eyes twitch behind the eyelids
the skin is moist and pale
sponge bath and toileting are given by rough and soft hands daily
moans, throat sounds, snoring, farting sometimes escape
the watch continues
the life beeps and beeps away
in this white, clinical temple
Traffic sounds, party chatters, family feuds, fashion trends press against the glass doors
California drought, genocides and Hillary Clinton, queen of America shout from the TV
wake up
wake up
Make us swoon again under the moon
Blow us kisses from across the room
Make us forget the coming doom
Never die like a TV cartoon
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