Random Act of Poetry

The ballet of dummies
bent down in the kiss of life
then up and firmly press
into a symphony of 15 clicks

Then down again for another count of two
one late performer struggling to catch up
but lags behind

chins tip up
and up in sychronous
and another round of kisses
of gauze and plastic
open wide and plug their nose.
The dummies show no passion
no reflection of effort
except the small rise of the chest
and the hiss of breath
two fingers up and two hands intertwine again
pushing and prodding thier hearts
until help comes.

Right so it's a poem on the spot, but as I took CPR training this morning I thought "There's a poem in there somewhere."  So there it is.