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John Hagan Poem
And hurried they did
Rid their troubles
The doctor would
Could cure all ills
In their minds
Faith she finds
As doctors do nothing
Closes, the ring
Tight at night
The pain kills
Likes floran blight
And still she tries
And still she cries
As the hope is there
As the cure is where?
God why would you dare
Doctor tried to be
Rational; Fair
Said have us taken out
End your painful bout
Remove us from her
And future pain
Would not occur
Cut us out like I am useless
Like I am less
All you had to say
That fateful day
Was that your blessing?
Your consecration?
Did your mind sink so far
As to that location?
To suggest to a couple
That they end not twice,
Not double,
Their children?
Their three children?
Was that all I meant to you?
Or was that all you would do?
Were you lost in hope?
Were you lost in faith?
Did you not see Christ’s wraith?
Well here I am and
Though they may not be too
Know that they did not end
The lives of me, Kalina and Elisabeth
On your words
Not thought on in depth
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John Hagan Poem
Stillborn
Still dead
Still arms, legs,
And a head
Still eyes open
Spoken
Still ripped from utero
Still time to go
A dream instead
From cells molded
Knees folded
Named like me
Who was she?
And the word stillborn
Dreams torn
Word so bleak
From eyes
Tears leak
In coffins buried
Procession not hurried
For two lives gone
Having never seen dawn
Developed with them
Born with them
Then why me?
Why was I
Determined to be?
To exist and they don’t
To feel and they won’t
I’ve made memories alone
Without them, on my own
Existed into adulthood
Stood on ground -
But oh the sound
I cannot imagine it
My mother screaming
Her voice turned grit
As the doctors and nurses
Worked as it worsens
As it was clear breath
Breath was none
It was clear they had
Only a son.
There lives live
With each word I give
To this paper
Their memory; their lives
Will not taper
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John Hagan Poem
To his high holiness
Tell me, were we less?
Tell me,
don’t make me guess.
Tell me why
Your plan meant
They would die
Did I hurt you?
Did I reach the sky?
Rip out your omniscient eye?
What did I do?
I demand on Christ’s name
You give me a clue.
Stop with the feign words
Spoken from your
Ordained herds
Tell me did I sin?
Tell me whose favor
I did not win
Tell me, was it Mary?
Did my unborn cells
Make her wary?
Did my mothers cries,
Her open words to the skies
Head bound in your name
Playing your game,
Insult you?
Who, my king,
Did not sing?
Tell me why
Ridden are they, why?
Hidden reason why?
Do you fear me?
I beseech thee,
Before I die
Mark my words
With flames in the sky
You will tell me why
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