Gone dead
She lay in her sweat
Piss released
As death choked her life
Taking the promise of tomorrow
In her womb now cold
Babies still unborn
Laid down to dream...
The story of the woman and her unborn baby is tragic beyond words. I won't go further but to say that I hope she can find peace and happiness after such a horrendously unspeakable experience. God bless her and her family.
(That was about 1/4 of the poem also in my book "The Fluid Chicano." I think from now on I will pretend you already know that.)
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