Codes

We stay up all night

We walk the edge of a knife

At any moment, behold the sight

In our hands, is this death or is this life?

Plunging into bodies big and small

Chest compressions, intubations, we do it all

Breathing and beating, we make the call

When to quit, and spirits fall

Another memory formed between these walls

We know the code-

Sweat, tension, palpitations

Chaotic flurry, slow-motion hurry

If only we could lend our beating hearts

To those who are dying in front of our eyes

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