Come quick nurse said, bed four,
He drove himself to the E. R.
Walked alone through the door, and
Fell unconscious on our floor.
No pulse, ventricular fib
Breath, compress, check, starts and fits
Flat line, adrenaline please, check
Nothing? Nothing. Call it quits.
Is any family here?
His wife is waiting in room ten.
Put her in the quiet room
And tell her I’ll be right in.
Mrs. Smith, I have bad news
Your husband had a heart attack
We couldn’t bring your loved one back
I’m sorry, your husband’s dead.”
She stared into my eyes and said,
“That miserable son-of-a-bitch,
How could he leave me alone?
At a time like this? Damn his soul.