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Embryo

You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex nerves conditioned to the tune through all the slushy push of distending flesh in the ooze slime of semen ******l fluid Your eyes turned inward heart brimming to the flush fed by your central runaway generator though your frail limbs were hardly sketched in the clasp of a Reichian curve through all the terrifying pounding More terrifying still Now YOU see the crook of the aborting metal the surgeon's staff dig into your behind puncturing the gossamer sack of your promised dream world avoiding at every thrust the inevitable dismemberment charred chicken wings coming apart in cinders JOLT of the bend in the crook your eyes to the back of you a ninja without arms or legs whirling upwards flying in the face of crookish metal by the grit of your teeth FIRST your spine goes shrivelled skin over mashed bone and marrow the nerves a calligrapher's skein vaguely stretched over your incumbent's drawn face TILL your seminal fluid stains the blood splashing through every thrust of the abortionist's clinical will YET you resist STILL clinging to your umblical chord the silent screams of your unformed mouth reaching no where the mother sprawled on the trolley etherised In the distance a faraway distance a vague throbbing away from prying eyes a ringing call unanswered and you let go... see your will turned to mash Only your long sleep nurtured your dream a singular dream of a snuffed world YOU HADN'T EVEN BREATHED © T.Wignesan 1992 (March 10, 1992) [from the collection: back to background material, 1993] Notes On seeing an ecography of an abortion on the FR3 French TV programme: "La Marche du siècle: Contraception et avortement", March 4, 1992 at 20.40 hours. Professor Etienne Baulieu, the inventor of the oral abortive pill, was the guest of honour.

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Date: 10/3/2014 2:28:00 PM
Hello Ralph ! Many thanks for stressing the point: Aren't we all guilty, insensitive and young once in a time ago! If only the human race could reproduce without having sex... The trouble is, there's no going back. Shouldn't the Einsteins and Baulieus be blamed for their brains. If only we could all grow old without being young and silly! Have a great day! Every good wish. Wignesan
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Date: 10/3/2014 8:45:00 AM
Hi T.; A very deep intense poem steeped in reality where most young folk are uneducated to the seriousness of this matter. Great Write!
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