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Your brother It's kidney failure, total They don't tell you about the blood About the blood and it's movement Dripping, pooling, spurting, Making lazy winding rivers down soft sagging flesh. The way it's paints like autumn Smudges and fingerprints of red to brown Some wiped away some clinging to the fibers Some lapped up without hurry by the dogs before you catch them The heavy iron of platelets permeate like machine ocean air Familiar rust but sugary and foreign It's clings inside the nostril, filling up to the cavity behind your eyes It's fills every breath, even out Waits level behind closed nostril It pushes against his joined arteries The swoosh pulse private made audible with your ear to his arm The way it hides deep inside the body Reducing it to a husk grey white, yellow just to build like a geyser Thrumming held at bay beneath thin skin That blood, some traveled out and back in again Scrubbed What a miracle You've only seen blood leave and stay gone where you left it How