Death at the Post Office

Death

Finds in me

A willing ally

―Knows

I will not

Turn away

From suffering

Though it costs me

My humanity

             I will kill

The impulse in me

To flee.

I’ve never seen

A glue trap

             And pray

I never do again.

I only came

To collect my mail

―Instead

I collect my strength

And place my furry kin

On a makeshift

             Assassins block

Take stock

Of her black eye

Staring at me

―Imploringly.

I note her fear

             Yield

To trust

As I communicate

My intention

             Focus my attention

Into a prayer of love―

Then with force

             From within

A force

             Greater than me

Deliver

Death’s final blow. 

Death

Finds in me

A willing ally

―Knows

I will not

Turn away

From suffering

Though it costs me

My humanity

             I will kill

The impulse in me

To flee.