A Prayer

Your finger lingers

The stinger hypodermic

Rosary beads

For the heart

And it's

Remora, the aorta

I had never seen him cry before

Scared with

Sparkling child's eyes

Where the tile is white as nothing

Im prowling in a nocturne

With anesthetics for urns

And they'll cut open his chest tomorrow

And they'll do things to his heart

And I'm scared

Please

Don't take my grandpa.