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