In the chest, a guardian resides unseen, A silent protector, where wires convene, A beacon of hope for hearts in dismay, The AICD, in its quiet way.
Beneath the skin, by the collarbone's side, With leads into chambers, it does confide, A watchful sentinel, it's there to stand, To lend its electric, life-saving hand.
Monitoring beats, a vigilant eye, For rhythms askew that might signify, A perilous path, a heart's wayward course, It acts without pause, with unwavering force.
In moments of turmoil, when chaos takes hold, It springs into action, courageous and bold, Delivering shocks to quell the storm's roar, Guiding the heart to sing once more.
In pacing, it aids, when beats tend to slow, A subtle nudge to help the heart's flow, With data amassed, a history to trace, Guiding physicians in the patient's grace.
An unsung hero in the world of the heart, In saving lives, it plays a vital part, Prescribed with care, a medical feat, The AICD, in every heartbeat.
In the realm of flesh and blood, it dwells, A guardian of hearts, where hope swells, With electrodes, wires, and silent grace, It embraces life's rhythm, in its embrace.
