euthanasiac

A poem by Daffodil

Collaged with a photograph by Julita pasja1000 on Pexels

euthanasiac

one day i will be too inconvenient to justify continuing care.
will you prolong my suffering? will you put me out of my misery?
put me down?
will you end it swiftly with a captive bolt,
or cold and distant with chemical injection?
will you leave me to fend for myself,
though i have known nothing but you for all of my time?
you know i hurt. you know i don't understand what i did wrong.
you know all i want is to do what i used to for you.
when you do it,
try to not look me in the eyes as the life leaves them.
do not let the flies linger on me.
you know i spent my time flicking them away.
bury me with mama by the old fence line,
where in the distance
we can hear the trains run faster than i ever could.

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About the poet:

Daffodil (he/she/it) is a horse-bodied future-archaeologist. As such her writing focuses on the interaction between animals and the humans around them, often with the themes of death, bones, and discovery lingering nearby. Daffodil has been part of the nonhuman community for roughly thirteen years now and yearns to make room for the dirty, dingy, and macabre. It can be found on Tumblr @hoofweed, and @ancientmammal on Neocities and Instagram.