There was a nasty lesion
of his mid-right coronary.
A stent would be required
so that the Reaper would not know.
It is a piece of steel
which takes the place
of crumbling walls,
which only by the grace
of lipids like cholesterol
allow a trickle of the juice,
sustaining life, to pass.
One cuts the femoral,
an artery at home in legs,
the patient has been medicated
with thinning agents to prevent a stroke.
Then comes the 'introducer',
which is quite similar
to what a Dr. Forssmann
used back in nineteen-twenty-nine,
a wire pushed up from the leg
through to the beating heart.
Soon it will reach the coronaries,
and then, it briefly hovers
before the stricture. Puhh!
A breath is felt, not heard
from all observers
as with a gentle flick
the stent drives home.
A perfect landing, now expanded,
there always is applause,
and instantly, the region floods
with so much blood.
The river of his life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that was descriptive.....reminds me of when my husband had his kidney stone removed, they had to put a stent in. Nice write!