Fallopian seams trace vas deferens dreams
through latex whispers and clammy thrust screams;
A coat hanger prelude to this Misoprostol sigh
begs hormone comforts: ‘Live’ essence must die.
Knitting needles mimic if but to reflect
On sweating gland’s questions that you deflect
To Choleric tunes and the Indigo X,
who with pregnant Truths, seeks to vex.
The real miracle’s inside sweet Progestin pills,
And the heavenly face of silphium thrills.
An Abortifacient serves as a memento mori;
A kindly reminder that baby must die
Sing to the hearse at birth canal’s mouth
A tummy tuck trauma to beat the fiend out
a Premature end or an ignorant bliss?
No…
Just a case of Euthanasia too crimson to miss.
