Future Child: Part TwoA Poem by Ah PuchThis is the worst of the three parts.See us, although we are torn
pain so bold
Skin peeled away to be worn
Horror so cold
See my unborn child so far from my womb
his being so fragile
Barried so deep in this concrete tomb
Their actions so agile
© 2009 Ah PuchAuthor's Note
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