Pink

Flops of a pink bow,

muddied by tire treads.

 

Cherry blossoms toss in

Capitol winds.

 

Ripe-bellied mothers

recline, knees spread.

 

Black-boned skeletons 

in lab coats cavort, 

 

spring, lamb-like from tented 

crowning  to tented crowning

 

speaking silky sounds,

and plunge scorpion  

 

fingers into the bodies of

babes, sucking out 

life.

 

So we light our proud 

tall tower 

pink

 

to celebrate 

death.

 

 

 

February 16, 2019

On January 23, 2019, NYC heralded the state’s commitment to unlimited abortion by lighting the top of the new World Trade Center (and three bridges) pink. 

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