Faith

The first heart attack
warned him like a flair
bursting within. It didn't
burn bright enough. He
had God to thank.

Then, there was the second
attack. It happened
in the dark—his eyes closed,
his left arm and chest crushed
by pain—

And it stayed black. That light
at the end of the tunnel—
not there. Instead, a vast void
that remained
when his eyes reopened to
see the tubes connecting
him to machines
and life—
to praise
his doctors.