Henry is a dummy

With plastic skin

And placid eyes

At five thirty he died

By five thirty one

He was lifted onto the ice bath

We didn’t want to send him

To dummy heaven

If it ever existed

We did compressions

Put his head in ice

And an IV line in his arm

Medications went in

Flowing through his blood

And stopped free radicals

Ice bags around his body

Kept the temperature down

While oxygen

Went into his lungs

Saving the brain

Keeping grey matter fresh