Final Patient My sphygmo lid closes for the last time; Stiff black bulb, who gave strength to my left hand, Lay yourself down. No more pumping for you. My peppy replacement will bring her own, But it’s electric! That should be a crime— Moving parts are best, each well-crafted brand Comfortably balanced; permanently new. And yes! I’m ignoring you, telephone. Everything is quiet. Another ghost Pops down beside me, to poke at my soul; I didn’t always get it right, but most Of the time I did—why bother to mull? More books than one man could possibly read. Now this…