the killing of the foetus

the heart breaks

to kill the foetus

even when the world beyond beckons

to conquer the world

or to the call of another love



or to save

from the throes of labour

and the pain of childbirth

of an unwanted child

or when lost in a maze

or in a quagmire

where we feel suffocated



yet forgive my Lord

for that crime committed

a drop of tear rolls down

the future and the past

becomes obfuscated

in the watery grave

of the foetus,

our love... ...



(my first and may be the last poem in english

15.1.2009)