I think you’d have laughed too.
Humans tend to laugh
And at the wrong times.
And doctors are so human
But, never while it’s happening
For that would be demonic.
After the rigor has set in
And looking back on the
And, while tasting the bitterness of finality,
And hearing again the dull permanence,
the thud of an entire life (such an infinity of experience)
Then, as the humor seeps out
Into the bar
– far from the sterility of the surgical suite
Or onto the freeway
– as we careen home after a 40 hour shift
Or the next day
– while jogging to shake away the pain,
Then, as it squishes underfoot and chokes our breath,
And as we laugh,
We wish our sides would split.
UVM Burlington VT