Death In The Ambulance Poem by saranyan bee

My son’s friends’ dad passed away
last evening right in the ambulance
on the way up the hospital.
Trapped in a traffic snarl
-the ones that can kill you without being ill-
the boy spent forty seven agonizing minutes
I believe or so, out in the jam
caused by some large vehicle
with a seized engine, like his father’s heart
which suffered myocardial infraction,
the red lights blinking
as if what next to do, the siren like the baby
crying for a breath in the smog.
Muffled by the honks and hell
when they got there,
the Docs declared him brought dead.
Every visitor in the lounge walked up to see who he was,
the loving father who died in the ambulance
and the kid had to wait forty seven
agonizing minutes before he sobbed.
I sobbed for the young boy,
like my son sobbed for him
his friend, who sobbed for the death
of his father who drives the ambulance.

Saranyan BV
22/2/08