Father, have you ever killed someone and
felt them suffocate, their life flowing out?
Maybe you may have seen the death, the dead,
as you pry hopes and unfulfilments out from
their rigomotised grasp,
or maybe you were the one that
prayed the eulogy over the lowered body
addressing the tears of a congregation
with your own reverent stoicism,
or perhaps still, you might have used your deadly
name and made the call, to give the order,
letting us know it was time to pull out the
tubes and let another go -
but could you yourself ever, actually,
after all of that,
be the one to pull the plug?