My 93 year old, diabetic father-in-law

He Nearly Died

He nearly died.
Another two minutes
And he would have

His throat was
The death rattle,
On the way out.

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

Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-07-23 at 12:48

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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!

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.

and life is more than flesh

great write Esti