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Bricks: A New Book of Poetry
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POEM

It's too grand!
This Fetal Tissue Research, dependent on the carcass,
aborted cells. Will it coerce women into becoming fetus
factories, tiny inside themselves instead of in
neighborhoods, like Lampshade Factories, where people
could go to work across the
street and down the alley with giant coffee from home in
one of those plastic 32-ounce cups from convenience stores?

The vivisection of Late-Term Mini-People could arise!
Guess who would end up having these slippery baby matters
lifted from their bodies? Not those gals who live beyond the
former areas of the inner-city manufacturing bases! (they have
husbands who come home at night, tethered to the garage)

Of course: New Immigrants, Old Slaves, and Numbnuts would be
robbed of, or paid for, their dead fruit. Too grand, too much to see.

© 1992 Daniel X. O'Neil

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