In the Wake of Talk the Walk

A mother moans and bleeds as tiny perfect feet are swept downstream motherless, unseen. Plastic bag trashed with Life, Placenta, - water borne Small death-barge beached, shipwreck complete. And yes, it makes nonsense to roll and tip wastage bowled cold in sea awash with bags - unchecked, they won't decay. Bottom heavy hidden hoards face upwards... broad surface breech straight into heaven's sight. No shift from 'No' to 'Yes' - Angels hear those cries, due date cut short by ritualistic ungodly rights. Not entitled to death certificates. Undeck the family tree, untie the bows. the baubles were so pretty! "The Way, the Truth, the Life" Born to give life for all who died- gave breath to hope, so resurrection of tiny ones, deprived, will give them back their right to live. Precious blood election, no child degradable. What would you think If all washed up on your shore, in your berth Non-biodegradable? The please think twice... At least once more... God's heart bleeds for baby. He or she lives safe in His mind. Let's heed the need to walk the talk divine. Aqua Marine. Written: 27/12/2019 Posted:Saturday, 16th November, 2024