the unwanted

The Unwanted

I walked in the forest near the village
I wasn't feeling well, my stomach extended 
unable to evacuate for days
Suddenly it was time
Sat under an olive tree for a while, got up
relieved, but when I turned to see 
I saw a perfectly form baby made of bodily
waste, a bronze statue 
I had seen this being before in a grotto, in
the Athens of a baby looking like Jesus in
his is a crib, who opened his eyes and grinned
like the devil, several nuns fainted
My baby also opened his eyes and made vulgar
sign and grinned
I fled the scene
 What else could I do, take this contamination 
hug it to my chest, wrap it in a blanket
take it home, clean its sin, beg forgiveness 
for murdering a baby
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