organ donation ban

So, it’s come to this standoff.
Where the little girl, begging to survive,
perched on the perilous cliff of death below and life
on the edge
is pushed just a little further.

I was here, offering my safety blanket,
the care that it would take
to bring her back.
I was here, offering my only gift, the real one,
the one of quantity of life.

I actually held within me
measurable amounts of life.

Just that, one tiny glitch
in the plans to save.
just that, one tiny difference
in the plans to be gracious.
just that, one tiny distinction
in the plans of altruism.

they wouldn’t take my
safety blanket,
they wouldn’t take my
assistance.

oh yes, it would function exactly the same.
and oh yes, it would bring new quantity of life.
everything would be normal,
restored, blessed.

but they’ve ranked our gifts on a unilateral scale,
and mine now doesn’t make
the justified mark.

how dare, how dare,
to take the only gift I may give.

my, how the mighty, how they
build the institutional barriers
to their own children’s survival.