Poems ✍️

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...............................................F j R



The vacuum wasn't working today,
so a dozen infants were spared aspiration
in a room custom built to perpetrate -
natal anathema,

while the tube-shaped disposal box,
deceptively guised in shimmer -
is not paled by 'clinical' darkness today,
devoid of small body parts.

Sleep well, doctors of homicide,
the vacuum repair-man came today,
guarantees a productive tomorrow
to the angst of all man's gods-

as morning hails the fallen wings
that rise from the darkest chasm,
staining the dove white organdy
in the surgical killing fields-
of Death after Life.


Frank J. Ryan, Jr.
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