ELEGY Poem: Elegy to Etta, by Kaitlyn Crawford

Euthanasia, pull her quickly
under your billowed hood,
let her flee from a present
where suffering was understood.
.
Necropsy, treat her gently,
fold her tendons away,
so we may discover her again
in the bones we stole today.

Earth, digest her softly,
let the dirt protect her grave,
so in this hungry planet
her carcass may careful lay.

Scalpel, slice her cautiously,
see her organs with kind gaze,
so we learn from the life she lived
and the death she gave.

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