Healing Time

by

Thomas Michael McDade

Odie is eighty,
his third pacemaker’s fried
and he’s too weak
for surgery.
But it was the same
deal last cut
and he’s still around
thinking how to kill
the healing time
on V.A. clocks
that thrive on
stays of execution.
Odie reckons he’ll turn
to God again with the help
of the foreign docs
and nurses who speak
their native lingo
when he’s faking sleep.
Their chatter reminds him
of long lost altar Latin and
their stethoscopes are as cool
as the Miraculous Medal
he wore on a shoelace
around his neck
when he was seven.
Odie can still hear it
stopping a stone
he’d called a bullet.

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