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
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