Beth Law Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They turned her into dust
Because they didn’t believe
She could survive-
She was their first daughter,
Conceived before the
Conservative renaissance,
But they had no faith
In her;
She could not live
Forever.
And it was cheaper to
Bury her
Like a kitten,
Or an infant crocodile,
In a shoe box rather
Than a coffin.

When she wakes up,
Like softly singing bees,
How will she tell them
What she knows....