Abortion

and night fell
slowly
viscous and dark
like a warm liquid
coursing through the skies
while they danced and danced
in ceremonious rhythms
the ancient dance of ecstasy……

came morning
sun-washing all sins
unnoticed in darkness
of your womb
I hung bat-like
a shy pulse
throbbing
for four months,
four months you nursed a mistake
till one day the womb spat it out

under white sterile glare
and hands cold precise
your body yellowed- iodine infected
I lay lifeless formless
a pulp of discarded flesh
grasping rationality

mother did it hurt?
did you moan? did you cry?
did you say?
“What songs she would have sung!
What a woman she would have made!”