The Other Side
Across the table
They sit on the other side
Quietly he listens
As they voice their desires
But he bears a different thought
That meets their objections
Like here in the meeting room
He faces the east and
sees the darkening of the sky
They face the west and
see the splendor of the sunset
They try to halt her dying
And want her floating soul
To be tied down to her inoperable body
They ask him to secure her life
with lines and tubes
It is their belief these artifacts
will bring miracles
But he deems these efforts futile
With his expertise he knows
How tattered her body is
How weak her flicker of life
Still, he yields to their requests
Rooted in their guilty feeling of
insufficient care for her
And he, with a guilty sense, executes
Those pointless treatments equivalent to
Dehumanizing torture
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