papers we sign, the judge we stand before
remove the last scraps of her authority
morph her into a pawn we’ll move at will
though not to capture castle, knight, or king
her personhood is threadbare, a shroud
holding no one, if we tell her she’s hungry
she eats, tell her she’s tired she sleeps, meds
have made her mild, like snow without cold
bread without salt, we pretend it’s kindness
to keep her alive, to tag & warehouse her, to
forget her, as she is forgetting us, will forget
over time the last rags of us, she’s not yet
so far gone that she won’t notice her delivery
to this well-ordered, emptier, blanker space
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