The Dead Names: RIP Griffin

A poem for the gender critical version of Trans Day of Remembrance.

RIP Griffin

Rest In Pieces.

They cut you up

Cremated you

and scattered your ashes

Years before you actually died

In medical waste bins.

Hospital incinerators.

Ovaries burned.

Uterus and tubes.

Vagina and vulva.

Left breast.

Right Breast.

Say it with your whole chest.

Half a life is what you lived

Half a body, all you'd need

That and a phallus between your knees

Finally, you will stand to pee!

And oh how they'll be jealous.

Thanks to Dr. Oren Ganor

And medical boards

that chose to ignore

The abuse that left you

loveless and yearning

The abuse that kept them

Earning and earning

$450,000

The right to bare arm

On your crotch

Never knowing what you lost

Your organs then tossed

Your life was "saved" by medical transition.

Your suicide prevented

With every incision

You'll never regret

The famous decision.

You didn't live long enough to.