Unborn is NOT Dead.
It’s a state of Undying,
Evolution’s fate untying.
A loss of potential.
Blame your Karma credentials.
For we don't always reap what was sown.
How could creation of glorious union
Implode in such utter confusion?
The stirrings of Life
begat by desire of man and wife.
The Big Bang in reverse,
The order of things perverse.
I think of you sometimes, not often
In your wee yellow Tupperware coffin.
The rest swirled down the drain
Like so much bloody rain.
A torrential expulsion, but no repulsion.
A Google search of the Internet;
About 12 weeks is my estimate.
Our journey together was not to be;
My Dear Unborn, you are free.
You never really did exist,
In absentia, you are missed.
