My Blood

My blood betrayed me Seeped slowly from its delicate channels No one noticed, not at first All inside, it did hide I slipped away; slowly like a trickle But they cut and tore and explored Cauterizing and containing Suction and clamps Pulsating arteries and starving organs Most was gone, but not all Reinforcements were called in and they Gave to me someone else’s blood to keep I wonder if my body knew the difference… Fresh infusion of life, delivered in plastic bags Transfusion confusion… Was this new blood all from one person? Or maybe it was a mixed cocktail from many Is it gone now?... Replaced by my own regenerated supply? What a strange fragile thing That we never like to think about Blood.