Saturday, November 13, 2010

Diagnosis: Cardio-Renal Syndrome

Her kidneys slowed their filtration.
Blood filled with bodily detriment,
Simple and complex excrement.
She just could not be well.
Her heart too beat slower,
For age had gained its grasp.
Fluids built up in secret spaces,
A master sailor could not find.

One a champion boxer, even walking
Is beyond her. Climbing stairs would
Tear her remaining life in two.
What can a doctor do when there is nothing to do?
She is going to die, her condition simply
Incompatible with life.

One day, I will grow her a new heart and new kidneys too.
I will form stem cells with my mind
Into caricatures of function.
She will need no help from me anymore.

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