deck of cards,
he shuffles and deals
to no one. To someone?
To someone only he can see?
He rambles incoherently then laughs,
nearly shouts, while regurgitating war stories
still vivid in his confused mind. A broken record—
these life stories. He reaches to grab
a card, then yells, “We need beer!”
Tugging on his oxygen mask,
he fights the tangle of tubes
that hum and buzz
and keep him
in the game.