The menopausal
woman held up an image of a twelve week fetus
Computer-enhanced
demonstration of limbs, digits formulating organs
As if biology was
the question with such debates typically drenched in god
America does not
allow such organisms to be preserved in formaldehyde
Like an amphibian,
reptile or lesser mammal
However a rodent
or dolphin would have produced the same effect
The actual jars
would strike the nail in each end of the debate’s coffin
As if this tissue
is ever afforded burial outside of miscarriage children being oozed into a bowl
Before the toilet
like a saturated crimson banana peel in domestic tear-jerkers
The
non-menstruating mother professes, “Explain to me how this is not a person?”
As if like some
biblical question was the pertinent crucible for victorious equipoise
Like saying if we
are killing people then this must be ceased, as if people are unique
Special to define
segregated terms for death rather than mutts in an animal shelter
Who is going to
take care of that hound?
Food, water,
excrement remediation; how long is an acceptable burden to the taxpayers?
Is this not the
genuine debate?
George Carlin once
said,
“Have you noticed
that most of the women who are against abortion are the women
you wouldn’t want
to fuck anyway? There is such balance in
nature.”
Yes, lady you are
correct. That cellular material is a
person.
However despite
your book’s insistence personhood is as enigmatic as dog-hood, sheep-hood,
fish-hood, frog-hood, plankton-hood, chimpanzee-hood, fungi-hood, or corn-hood
Certainly
pain-receptors are a factor scaling elements of imposed torture
However the crux
of death is mutuality shared independent of organism
Death results in
the cessation of a partition of genes from riding its vehicle forward in time
Parallel to the
law of entropy to escalate the rate of disorder in the universe as our common
Habitat of
galaxies expands, circulates, revolves and
This particular
group of cells given time would have breathed and probably consumed nutrients
Independently to a
greater extent after years of rearing by other humans
Who bear the crux
of burden to supply such resources and therefore the volition
To choose whether
to encumber their common or segregated current resources
Which may or may
not be sufficient to support the additional weight
Given prior
offspring, employment, emotional fortitude, stability, time, or dare say delight
or horror
As their current
station may or may not be of a negative polarity
Nature most often
affords such calculations to the presence of the runt
In good seasons of
resource the litter is plus the half-ling
As a greater than
expected abundance of resources are had to supply the runt’s survival
In bad seasons of
resource the litter or parent excludes and later devours the half-ling
So that the
cellular material is transferred as resource to better the gene pool
A runt is but a
remainder to a mathematical biological division quotient
Parenthetical parental
words, “Sorry honey your mother and I cannot afford to send you to college,
we had to pay to
abort your younger brother and that was $100,000?”
Nah, that was the
heart ache to look you in the eye unspoken of we choose not to speak
At the dinner
table for the $200,000 to get a kid from birth to college in America,
Because she and/or
we felt it was best for our family
This secret
ideology of personhood is like demanding a saddle
For a human to be
able to ride a horse; although commonly applied
Such an appliance
is not mandatory to accomplish the task of exploiting
Another life form
for our rationalized purposes
Abortion is a
murderous act; both sides should imbibe such sterile syrup
Yet the debate is
the imposition of rights
Whereby the victim
is also the judge, executioner, and defendant
For the fetus and
the parents are entwined in such carriages
Live with that
trial of heart and come back and sit with your protest placard
As if there was a
celebration showering afterwards
Stare down beady
judgment with god at your back rather than an impossible empathy
Flowing out your
spittle like castigation of welfare families checking out in the grocery line
Clothing pasted in
perilous turnstiles of wombs like paycheck incubators for taxpayer assistance
Or a flock’s
expansion in Dublin or Calcutta
Like
mini-expanding canine boarding houses to rear child after father-flown child or
child-weeping father
So your placard
flames both ends of this equation in equilibrium of the nation
Chastising the extremes
of science and economics using god as a foundation
As if the standard
measures held your left and right hands in check
Get your crucifix
out of vaginas; there is something sacrilegious in your protest
Planned Parenthood
prevents more abortions than it performs
Abstinence
unmitigated produces more abortions, sham-marriages, abused spouses, ignored
children, busted bank accounts, derailed educations, and yes probably
church-goers
Enough, enough,
enough; there is already enough vomit in the parking lot
I can’t take this
rancor; like gay marriage, alcohol and marijuana prohibition
Racial
segregation, and women’s suffrage; this debate has been decided
The laws were made
or will be given consciousness;
The side of right
was always there
Whether people
chose to recognize it staring at them from jars or not
However ugly or
beautiful part of living means peering into the eyes of death
For we are killers
to sustain ourselves, we ingest the nutrients of others
We convert the
energy of the universe to sustain in a grand zero sum
Own reality or
fantasy;
No matter how much
one wishes something to exist
This does not make
it so;
No matter how much
one wishes to revert the current of time
No mass can exceed
the speed of light
For to do so
usurps existence and the entropy of the universe
We may fantasize
to jump through wormholes, however surviving is impractical
Unless that
dumpster tissue were cast behind the event horizon
The radiation
inevitably expelled will join our carcasses at the close
The grand crunch
to be done again
So be unhung in
protests; the people in that building handing out prophylactics
Go help them
rather than blockade the entrance
For your
self-defeatism is obvious to everyone but you
Yet even then this
inevitability will permeate the countryside
The debate will be
had not in courtrooms, but in the answers in the minds
Of mothers and
fathers raising hands of ownership to volition
Like a soldier
pulling a trigger on an insurgent in Kandahar or New Orleans
Bodies drop the
same, flag or not
CAFO lot in
Nebraska or lobster trap in Maine
Death is relative;
life requires a cyclical tyranny
Mask the burden
into segregated curios
Watch the
menagerie dance in glittering rationalities
Drink death; shut
the fuck up with judgment about others in lines
This was always
about tax deductions, balls of money of this would-never-be-me whitewash
Attempting to
convince yourself that you are something other than
A breathing time
machine surviving on death,
Oh-my appalled
opining scrotums of shit dangling participles about what life is
Life is a damn bit
more difficult than such oversimplification
As if people could
ever be put in jars with a label and be adequately explained
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