The Euthanasia
It was an act of purest love
That required her to kill him…
The bond between them was forged
Over so many years of going in the same direction –
Fighting the same fight
Siblings alike in manner
Muse and cause
Her eyes were like spear points
Spinning in carefully veiled compassion
He lay still as stone
Looking now as he once had before…
And her pride died in Angry Joy
Cold and sharp as a Savagely Elegant Sword
She knew this Blood Price must be paid
But the balance of things Lost Forever
Stilled her hand a few moments longer –
Favoring him with calm examination
She was at a loss for words
For there was no one to tell anyway
And once done would haunt her ever more
So with defiant resignation
And tolerant acceptance
She put it all together
And did what she had avoided for much too long
Her counsel cleared…
Against the bronze rose colored wall
A woman’s silhouette breathed –
Moved
And quietly pulled the plug…
Copyright © Terrence Polcari | Year Posted 2016
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