nick
May 29th, 2009, 10:10 AM
Who would imagine life would begin
with such strange mechanics.
Two people, this in that,
its hard to believe.
Those things are meant for peeing,
so I thought.
It seems so sordid,
I mustn't think like that.
Think of two people,
in the deepest love,
think of tenderness, caressing.
Think softly murmured words.
Think too of violence,
think raging lust, out of control.
Think of abuse, of trust betrayed,
think overwhelming shame.
Think turkey baster,
white coated scientist,
desperate people,
sad, disappointed people whose lives seem incomplete.
Think nine months waiting,
laying off the booze and cigarettes.
Think hours of labour, hours of pain,
think the wonder of a new born child.
Think tiny hands and feet,
think sparkling eyes.
Think sleeping, perfect angel.
Think vacuum pump, think scalpel,
think bucket waiting on the floor.
Think genocide of untold scale
think wasted lives not allowed to be.
What growing boy imagines they possess
so dangerous a weapon?
Keep it holstered, keep it safe,
be careful where it fires.
with such strange mechanics.
Two people, this in that,
its hard to believe.
Those things are meant for peeing,
so I thought.
It seems so sordid,
I mustn't think like that.
Think of two people,
in the deepest love,
think of tenderness, caressing.
Think softly murmured words.
Think too of violence,
think raging lust, out of control.
Think of abuse, of trust betrayed,
think overwhelming shame.
Think turkey baster,
white coated scientist,
desperate people,
sad, disappointed people whose lives seem incomplete.
Think nine months waiting,
laying off the booze and cigarettes.
Think hours of labour, hours of pain,
think the wonder of a new born child.
Think tiny hands and feet,
think sparkling eyes.
Think sleeping, perfect angel.
Think vacuum pump, think scalpel,
think bucket waiting on the floor.
Think genocide of untold scale
think wasted lives not allowed to be.
What growing boy imagines they possess
so dangerous a weapon?
Keep it holstered, keep it safe,
be careful where it fires.