- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Where be the Angels
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On a cold steel table
Deep in the
Antiseptic gray green brick basement of
Some government building
Lies the body of an infant
No longer pink faced and innocent
Who lived a brief but tumultuous life
Over before it really began
Just think about that for a minute
There are no answers
I cried
For this one tiny infant I never knew
Maybe for all the babies who are
Left in the hands of the inept
The stupid
The insane
All the babies who are battered with words
Fists
Deeds and
I can’t help but ask
Just one last time
Where be the angels that
You promised us
