I lost a little life today -
six pounds ( formerly ten )
of loyalty betrayed
by people who
left it to me to see
that their pet
didn’t die alone / out of sight
while they feigned infatuation
with “The Price is Right”.
I lost a little faith today –
trust
that grace is an integral part
of every heart
attended the soul of gentle Domingo,
whose care had mattered less
than cash,
X, crystal meth,
and a fatuous family’s distaste for death.
I lost a little more today -
debilitating years of fear
that I was selfish, weak
and too emotionally meek
to confront a cruelty
and take control
[ to console a creature ( not even mine )
whose kinder death craved only
comfort and time ].