Transplant

Transplant They saved him in the nick of time, By a heart attack, from biting grime By divinity, a pirate gave up ghost With “heart” his heart to find a host! The heart’s cage they cut it through Infused heart to give pulse anew! He is now healthy, live and vibrant By the torque of a heart transplant. What then could have gone wrong His is no longer a humble being’s song; He vaunts, tongue cracking like whips Dog-tired, it droops outside his lips! Could he have received a dog’s heart Shuttering character and mien apart? Is he re-living his Donor’s idiosyncrasy Swaying to the Pirate’s foray decree? Is he led by a lascivious Pirate heart Lusting for all he left as he did depart? Will he not re-marry the old widow To quell the long break’s fiery libido; Or on the hard floor paddle a table Like boats when he was a sea rabble! Is he behaving the Donor heart’s age That I fear dazzles with reckless rage! To kind Donors or sick recipients alike This poem does not hold with dislike; Ignore the poem as a frivolous affront To “one man” I’m eager to confront! ***This is a situational poem, bear with me. I have no issues with the rest of Donors (who selflessly part with their valued organs) and Recipients (who have received a new lease of life.) JM 10th January 2014