Sweet Pea: A Pro-Life Poem

With ungrateful

ears and eyes

we deem

little

hands and feet

bothersome,

cumbersome

unfit to rest

in the shade of our

important!

cucumber patch lives…

unfit to nestle

we wrestle

with

blades and spades

and scalpels and knives

against green peas

who hang from umbilical vines,

against green peas who defy

our cucumber worlds where

our daydreams

bake like unswollen suns

and “freedoms” yank

lives right off the vine

where

weeds

and crisp brown

leaves are

fashionable and assorted

aborted babies

are pharmaceutically-correct

commodities

where green peas are trampled

under foot

and stale winds burn

cigarette holes into

unwanted pregnancies

and no one is allowed to

say much about it…

because

we believe in

peaceful places

where cucumber tombs keep

our lives

free

keep our lives

safe

from ever having to call

a little one

sweet pea