His blue eyes,
Fluid filled and
Sclera stained strikingly yellow.
Mechanical hum’s ambiance
As machines consume him,
Refusing essential death.
Staff walk hurriedly by, attending
To mysterious tasks that lie beyond
The realm of his sickness.
Monitor pings send her running for a nurse,
Nothing of consequence, finger movement
Has set the oxygen probe askew.
She concedes once again to straightening his sheets.
He and I know death is near
But unable to speak he stares blankly –
Her fallacy is hope.
Eternal mechanical humming.
White sheets crisply folded over.
Denial has become her accidental prison.