As a three-year old
we left London for New York
but that day, I died
Still it's all my fault
I was born and not stillborn
nor a miscarriage
An abortion lost
to the Hippocratic oath
I affirm my death
Took place in spirit
if not bodily murder
forsaken, I cried
How to live this life
without care, guidance, support
such was this marriage
Remnants of a past
when the essentials were it
to breathe my last breath
Enter a dark pact
with ha-satan to conceive
this life as espied
Even before birth
before conception, photons
beyond all space-time
Yes, speculation
creates this uncertainty
the principal crime
Ear down to the ground
listen for activity
the earth in motion
Asked to make amends
in the moment, at the time
an apology
Remember the pain
remains as a memory
the torture sustains
Obliged to tell lies
for defense mechanisms
what is this notion
Left as residue
this idea of a family
from biology
Drops from a stopcock
leaky, a broken condom
birth, a life in chains
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