Abortions will not let you forget. 
You remember the children you got that you did not get,&nbsp;&nbsp; 
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,&nbsp;&nbsp; 
The singers and workers that never handled the air.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
You will never neglect or beat 
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. 
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb 
Or scuttle off ghosts that come. 
You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,&nbsp;&nbsp; 
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. 


Abortions will not
Let you remember the child
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.