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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
© Johnmichael Simon
2011
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