Mercy Killing

At the turn of the time at nine last night Sprawled swimming still with the tide The wheel against her will in her on pool The doctor masked with eclecticism of electricity As Mercy laboured last breath for mechanized exit Mercy was not killed, it was mercy killing To spare the tree, spoil the fruits As advocated so legislated The doctrine of rightists and leftists At the top of the hour at nine in the night Flushed, flowing free down the drain The flight against her right The doctor pointed patron’s panacea For Mercy missed first breath for calculated death Mercy was not killed, it was mercy killing To seize the clog, severe the cord As directed so acted The song of activists and their likes Well was it mercy killing When Mercies were killed At nine last night?