"First, Do No Harm"

Primum non nocere!

No matter how you scrub the room

and hide your face behind a mask,

I know you hear the suction sound

from deep within my sacred wombs

where every human cell I’ve formed.

And now there is another sound

far louder than the Holocaust,

than all your bravest lost in wars,

than every panicked plea for help

within your God-blessed boundaries;

louder than all the breaking bones

(their perfect arms and legs ensnarled

in suction aspiration’s hell)

or that of my most precious gift

by forceps snared and decompressed;

than tremors through the universe

from every brain that would have learned

and every heart that would have loved

and hands that would have raised in praise

plopped in piles on bloody trays.

Louder still than all of those sounds –

the deflagration of your soul!

Rush the tray to the secret room

where no one sees you sorting through

my child’s remains for parts to sell,

or hears your gasp when little fingers

grab your thumb in desperation.

Don't ever tell you’ve seen my face

in faces that no longer smile,

or how the eyes once broke your heart,

the eyes and what they see in you,

the eyes through which you see yourself.

Miracle of Human Life in the Celestial Aura of the Mother's Womb