Everytime someone says, “It's a personal preference,”
all I can think about is my philosophy professor's
posited query about a mother watching a train
streak towards her children. The mother has a lever
to divert the locomotive into a ravine
and she knows it's the only way to save them
and he says, “It just comes down to preference”
as if one would prefer to hear two clipped-off shrieks
echoing in your head forever
over the sound of a hundred strangers' ghosts
whispering above your children's beds.
Sir, I prefer choices that don't end in
different flavors of guilt.