In Memory of “Baby Boy A”
Iced hard eyes encased by crystal ice shells,
Eyeless groveling in a dark heathen world,
Melt it must; the melt to mull of worldly spells.
Burdened, mean boys do shame, her fears this quells.
High, their lustful looks, she’s hardened and burled,
Iced hard eyes encased by crystal ice shells.
Worldly girls predicted “a life of hells!”
“It’s a baby boy!” the sonogram purled,
Melt it must; the melt to mull of worldly spells.
“Who’d love me now? A prisoner in cells
Of new obligations, a life imperiled!”
Iced hard eyes encased by crystal ice shells.
“You’re not going to keep it!” her mother yells,
Imprisoned to the car, tires screeched and whirled,
Melt it must; the melt to mull of worldly spells.
For life’s greatest joy, all glory and bells,
Now laid on a table, twisted and curled.
Iced hard eyes encased by crystal ice shells.
Melt it must; the melt to mull of worldly spells.
