Euthanasia
It’s only a moment.
The struggle to breathe
thankfully ceases. The vet
folds a blanket over the now still,
flat body. It’s a red velour blanket.
He leaves her face uncovered. We stroke her hair and weep.
It’s a simple thing.
The soul of an animal, if any.
A small warmth touches me.
It is like a fragrance,
Like a
soap bubble has burst; I feel its condensation, released to the air.
It is all around me.
It is centered on my heart.
It is warm.
Gradually it disperses.
--Deanna Hopper
No comments:
Post a Comment