This ‘event’ happened a few years ago in Atlanta.
STORM DRAIN BABY
Yesterday a baby was born,
Placed in a storm drain
To die by a father who wasn’t.
Three days of heavy rain
Washed the Blood of this Lamb
Into the sea.
He was found, expected to live
And died,
His short life measured in scant public
Outrage.
The 19 year old father said as they
Led him away:
“It was a miscarriage gone wrong.”
The rain continues today
Rushing down streets
To storm drains,
Making a gurgling sound.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2017-18
Tags: "Storm Drain Baby", Atlanta, poetry, suffer the babies....
September 24, 2018 at 8:32 pm
Thank you, Lascronic, it is hard to read, even now after 4 years.
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September 24, 2018 at 8:57 pm
I remember your originally posting this. It broke me heart to read this. Stupid people.
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September 24, 2018 at 9:54 pm
Hi Kanzensakura! Yes, this is not a new poem. It still breaks my heart to read, too. And yes, stupid people.
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