March For Life 2015 [ Author's Advisory-Graphic Content ] Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Dead movement verberates,
twitching from the flush
of a deep pooled canal
of blood and saline.

Still, movement verberates,
coursing past the twigs
of a helpless creation
who breathes...who feels-
until the clasp of metal tongs
snap the frail, verdant limbs,
rip the chord of 'Innocence',
quickly................stridently.

As God forbid there might
be two heartbeats heard,
scienced proof of Life
for the practitioners manifest,
and the procreator's resign
as both sins cross on over
the rubicon of ethics;
playing Father, Son and Holy Ghost
and in the process...becoming-
despicable participants
in the cruelest of acts
upon the most helpless victim,
a life...a child;
a most heinous sin,
bloody murder inside a womb.

And inexplicabally, before
the poison ink had dried
on the Certificate of Death
of her unborn daughter,
she 'chose' a name for the child,
and the name was Gwenevere,
defining Softness, Blessedness-
[And I think to myself]
My God, such a cold antithesis, this be!


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