I make some friends at hospitals.
I made another friend of five.
He held in hand the Mighty Hulk.
He made it jump. He made it dive.
He growled its lines, came hard with
And sent a shockwave with his breath.
To death he sent some villains, then,
Forgetting he was facing death.
His surgery had not gone well.
A hole in heart they could not heal.
How irony had struck this boy:
So whole of heart, so full of zeal.
A doctor better, costing more
Will come to see inside his heart.
I pray she somehow plugs this hole.
I pray my friend keeps scripting art.