surgeon time

Yesterday i watched a man get lungs

He had no lungs

We gave him lungs

Or rather the surgeon 

Gave him lungs

A brilliant man

With thready thumbs

That work on as the ECMO hums

And vitals steady sum

Held the scalped as a paintbrush

Deftly

Gently

ease

And care

And His instruments his paintbrush

As if no one else was there

never seen man 

Use his pinky

Used to stabilize the blade

guess id not seen dedication

Never seen a man afraid

And yet despite his fear was confidence

Was pride of pallid prayer

As he marched on to the morrow

For the patient lying there

‘Hey, lets focus on the patient’

‘Time spent

made up

Somewhere else’

And i felt bad for the fellow

jaw was twitching

Conscious self

He was nice and he was bright and 

he was gifted

To be sure 

For i had Watched him suture

Watched his talent just before

But talent isn't vital

In the trenches 

On the floor

No your talent leaves you naked

In the battlements of war

And i felt worse for the patient

And i felt the surgeon’s right

Even then as fellow trembled 

Fellow tailored through the night

And the surgeon made him stronger

Harder

Readied him to fight

And the fellow he was armored

Scared and shitting far from sight

‘Don’t waste time

Think of the patient

My record’s 60 minutes

Time"

"Time’s a ticking

Just get on with it"

Minutes life-

times on the line

And yet on the clock was ticking

And yet the patient, he survived

Survived to breathe again tomorrow

Breathe and beat and think in time

He will breathe again tomorrow

Genius bore him

Air in rhyme

And he's breathing

And his life breath

Surgeon sutures.

Close him.

Time.