Green zig zag lines
and air pumping machines…
digital numbers flash,
& hanging tubes & IV’s…
one unconscious girl
lays limply stuffed with tubes,
I wonder while her body lays here,
where her soul has gone off to…
Is she locked inside,
listening to me whisper in her ear?
or is she walking in heavenly gardens,
gaining strength in angelic care?
Is she being held by Mary,
before being sent back down?
or is she being enlightened,
&, like Scrooge, flown around?
Oh my baby sister…
hold on to dear life,
but if it’s too much,
at least come back for good bye…