Aerial Finish Line

Aerial Finish Line



She had no life's ambitions
American or other
I could say it was always her Dream to fly

Or that she always
Would fly
In her dreams

And, thematically aware, swing her by the tail
Send her flailing off a cliff
Into the sky

Grandly
A culminating moment
Movie fodder

Destiny fulfillment
Foreshadowed all along

But she's a cat.

A wake, a party
A swift kick to the head
A shotgun

Something epic
Dramatic
Would be way, way too much

I'll wait until Monday
And hit the vet's place
Show up and beg for mercy

For Greta and for me
End this
I haven't got the cat gut, the emotion left to spare

Can't
Care for her
Correctly

I'll quietly sit
And cry as she
Quietly dies

Some sodium-laced chemical
Filling her being,
Dragging her in to the afterlife

Or if the vet cries foul
There's a quality of life left
Morality and the law won't allow it

Then I'll drive away
Find a gorge
And I'll send

My Greta

Flying.



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