a transplant's symphony

November 9, 2016
By brianna7201999 BRONZE, Pompton Lakes, New Jersey
brianna7201999 BRONZE, Pompton Lakes, New Jersey
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The heart
is as small as a fist
though can mimic a metronome
and gently stomp:

and pounds
in the middle
of your chest
to make itself known.

After hours,
hours, and
hours of

and patience
with his patient
this surgery
was slowly becoming
an andante
with every beat

fed his frustrated fingers

but now silence finally floods the room
absorbing every recent twenty three hours
of hardship:
all is safe.

Hour five
the patient was crashing

and the heart monitor
became erratic:
quick beeps

a staccato
that sent
signals to the room to dash like a brisk bullet

her body
sinks into her rested dorsal
and accentuates
her pallid,
frigid body

her heavy heart beat
dips down on the monitor
and simultaneously
the doctor’s stomach drops

sits on the shoulders of hour twenty three; an adadgio

“we did everything we could
to save her,”
would suffice

her donor’s heart would not
live another life

the conductor
would look at this
colorless and
soon-to-be corpse’s
his requiem

in the eyes
and apologize
after the rollercoaster ride
in operation room number five

hour twenty three
secured his once distressed
and trepidated composure

and sent his assistant to sleep
and though the operation had its:
highs and lows

her melodious,
new heart beats

the beautifully crafted symphony
finishes with a leggierissimo
and delicately dips,
into its new home

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