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Dialysis
The ceiling vent puffs a snowflake.
Plush seats, too perfectly aligned,
embrace passengers for a toxin-
purging voyage. Within those seat-
to-seat fields, miniature towers blink,
pump, and slosh like concurrently-
discharging slush makers -- pseudo-
excretory mechanisms on wheels.
An attendant nudges an unshaven,
head-drooping regular for a prior no-
show while assessing a tube --
a red, spasmatic serpent. Beside
him, droops another victim, though
with paling skin. His device sirens.
Powerful piece and I agree with your authors comments, I watched my best college pal go through Dialysis and saw what it did to her. She eventually died but had so much pain along the way.It's ahorrible thing to go through but her spirit was always strong. This piece brought me to tears thinking what she had also endured...