You must first establish an airway
When your throat swells up tight
And your eyes bulge, sclera-cracked.
It’s as basic as the ABCs.
You won’t stay alive
If the air can’t get through,
Your skin will turn a shadow blue.
Induction creates a stillness
That gives me a chance to work,
To slide a tube past the cords,
To open a space for you to breathe.
It’s a temporary life line
To buy us some time
Until you are ready to re-take the wheel.
Breathing is one thing.
But speaking is quite another.
The words arise from the inside
And I can’t control
How the exiting air vibrates
When the tube is out.
The words that form are for you to decide.
I'll listen to your chest
Via a stethoscope placed over your heart.
The rhythm is clear,
You aren’t going anywhere.
But that's not enough.
The sounds I’m waiting to hear
Have to pass through your lips
Some people never learn to speak. Some hearts don’t beat true. Sometimes the stethoscope lies.
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