Revision of Sister Death

Frankly, I think this could still use a liberal chopping. Kill your darlings, as they say. I have a lot of darlings to dice in the near future. Think of it as compost. It needs to be broken down before it is useful. Here's one revision to start off the process of finessing the mess of previously posted material. *edit* Double spacing was not intentional, but I've given up on fixing it.

Sister Death: Margo Kevorkian

Margo,

does history try to forget euthanasia’s

next of kin, grave enabler’s like you,

lost in your brother’s wake

as you reached out to the dying death

like frantic toddlers tumbling in the dark

falling without handrails or walls;

crashing through a house of leaves

never hitting the floor.

You did not talk them off the ledge

when you kissed them good night.

It was usually quiet, but was it gentle?

Did you thread the needle lightly,

with tenderness? Or like an awkward nurse,

did you have to search for a vein,

fishing through fat and muscle

apologizing, this will only sting

but a moment.