i had never understood
what it was like
to take a life
it was unfair, that was that
in my eyes
yet, now that i am a part of this system
i see
why we do this
to the doe that is riddled with disease
to the infant who will not stop crying
after his lungs
have given out
to the lovers forbidden to love
we spare them
from being born together
again
they do not feel it
the taking of a soul
is something very gentle
the touch of a mother
the heat of a puff from a tiny sigh
a cry amidst
a long
winter’s night
until it is over
silent
filled with sorrow
something we loathe
yet yearn for all the same
in the ancient mist
i revel
i revel
until i am born
again

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