Comments about Lee Merrill
On Planned Parenthood
How can we weigh a million souls
Like sand cast up beside the sea,
To weigh them in the balance
Of our chains, our fears, and our desires?
Low flames, so pale they quench the light,
So cold, they burn like fire.
To make a mark for every man,
A hidden rule, an empty line
That shortens if he cannot walk,
If he is weak, or blind,
If he may someday hinder us
Or meet us somewhere unawares
Be tempted then to steal or spoil,
For him we have a steepened slope,
A poisoned peace, and not a care.
And if we then consume our ...