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Medical Humanities

Heart Attack

Mara Feingold-Link

August 18, 2015

Conch shell lies face down
in wet sand. Hard,
like clenched fist,
its flaccid contents
rotted or consumed.

Glossed with modest pink,
an unfurling lip reveals
a coiled chamber, 
filled with echoes of
crashing waves.

Faint murmur
when short breath blows 
through. A spiral tunnel 
rises like stone to mark
this creature’s grave.

Siphonal canal, once meant
for the flow of pearly salt
from ocean swells,
ends now as lifeless petal,
barely bloomed.

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