Bed 11 is Still Refusing Food

It is easy really, she thought

once you cease to care about them

they cease to exist

into

a span of water, deep

as it is long

 

parents, siblings, partners

like flies burned in a lantern

a quick sizzle,

puff of pungent smoke

 

that’s all there is to it really

requiring neither needle nor pill

 

she remembered a chicken

slaughtered by her father

a cry, forlorn, unidentified

 

the other hens carrying on their conversation

muzak encouraging eggs

 

left untasted on her plate

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© Johnmichael Simon

2011

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