Twilight yet the world never looked brighter Than over moving water The inquisitor’s strain had no teeth And the kingdom seemed in reach.
Half a beat later and breathing was labored A gasping goldfish eyes wide open Then fixed and dilated forever
But soft and with a gentle caress
Merciful and kind
Our ministrations; a clumsy foal
Fumbling with the departure
Of a newborn soul.
Poem submitted by Alfred Cheng, emergency medicine resident in New York City
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