Pacing In The Tomb Poem by Boghos Artinian

He lay helpless and terminally ill -
His cells gone berserk for the final kill.
Entered the intern softly whistling,
Snatched a stethoscope and started listening.
He told the family face to face,
'folks, his pacemaker is out of pace! '
Suitably dodging the oncologist,
Presently entered the cardiologist:
'Some beats missing': a clear indication
That his pacemaker needed extirpation.
'The replacement? ' 'The latest model,
Once in place, we need no more meddle.'
So he had a minor intervention
to implant that wonderful contraption
That could outlast even a healthy groom
And pace eternally in his tomb!