Butterfly Wings

Butterfly Wings


by Tonia Polak
Thursday, April 10, 2003


miniature hands
newborn feet
tubes and lines
monitoring screens
bleep, bleep
bleep, bleep

small
delicate
in your colossal bed
blood flowing
in wrong places
through your
wee
anomolous
heart

how is it that
I
live strong
thriving
while you hang on
dying
surviving
with drugs
infinitesmal
in measure
drops
of critical
subsistance

fragile heart
rhythm
fluttering
like butterfly wings
one, two
one
two
innocent
tender
life fleeting
tiny baby doll
tiny baby blue