All of the tests, the prodding
And poking led up to this one
Seeing-all Surgeon.
He asked, checked and made
Up his own mind about it all
Before pronouncing her a
Candidate for a transplant.
Then later he said
Unfortunately there are too
Few organs and she must
Be almost dead before
She can have one --
If there is even one
Her size at the time.
On the way home we
Stopped at the Farm
House Restaurant where
She had a Chili Dog
And I a Breakfast burrito
Thinking what use
The pretense?
Better to make
Her weakness strong
Instill reserves of energetic
Defiance and magnify
My frustration into rage
And transplant
That.
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