i rolled the dead body over
in the street so i could see his face
blue like the brilliant sky
and i wondered why
but time wouldn't wait for my thought
to coalesce around the fact
that this bicycle rider has died
and i should have cried
but pure instinct and good luck
carried my mouth to his
and the hard chest compression
made a very good impression
call 911 lady and do it now
i shouted as she gawked
at me pinching his nose
and tickling his toes
yes, the emt said, no pulse
and here's my zapper on his chest
lean back and watch the graph
hold your breath, don't laugh
okay, got something, let's go
as the police paved the way
and the ambulance raced for life
now i had to tell his wife.
well, damn, it can be said
i brought a buddy back from dead
it's official he now can state
i didn't look around or hesitate.
so today we rode together
easy as an Apache feather
it's been six months and a day
since his wife fell down to pray
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Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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