Pro-Life Killers

In memory of Dr. Tiller


wombs of our nation
hog-tied to pick-up trucks
trail fishtail to the clinic

busting down doors
vigilantes smash embryos
freedom demolition motion

floor covered in embryonic fluid
slipping violently on stem cells
crashing into sanitized walls

out in front wombs are weeping
sleeping sons summers seep
deep dripping dreams releasing

birth is a blast
tasted richly
gun barrels twitching

the wombs are women
are you listening?
the wombs are women
are you listening?
the wombs are women
are you listening?
the wombs are women
your skin is itching

western willow wisdom
gallows hallowed horror
a man's last words his first
his birth his condemnation

another man kills an abortionist
tells the women why with glazed eyes
fingers press the concertina tight

it is his song
playing quietly
filling the world

it is his song
his song