Aborted Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Aborted

Of me, was pregnant
And kept it to herself:
"Tonight, I need to rest
Because have aborted! "

Still, I feel shattered
When recall, remember.

Once my wife aborted
Was sick and for child's sake.

Differed Gala's reasons,
She saw our relations.

Like a cat that goes round
Looking for its own end
With a long moving tail,
Confused, I am numb.

Feel nebula, cloud:
"What is right? "
"What is wrong? "
"Correct? False? "

Bang my head against wall
Being wave, cannot calm.

Wave's settlement is death
So, question, ask, research
Every day, and each night
And follow high-low tides.

"Abortion is murder! "
Some say, are confident.

"Abortion is a sin! "
Say faithful and the meek.

"My body is mine and
Do with it what I want! "
Say many young women.