WhereBeDragons

   Said the ant to the great tree, “I have a question for thee.”   The tree stood and waited, and the ant continued. “Are you a he, or are you a she?”   Pine needles whispered in the breeze. “I am both a he and a she,” said the tree. “What of thee?”   Said the ant to the great tree, “I am a she.” The ant scurried along the naked root, then paused. “I understand what you have told me, tree, but may I call you Sir?”   “You may,” chuckled the tree. “What shall I call you?”   The ant climbed further up the root. “Call me what you like,

Intrauterine Fetal Demise Three words Words cold and clinical As the surgeon’s scalpel And with the same potential To slice through the heart Tiny bodies expelled onto the bed Between the legs Of weeping mothers So many fetuses so born Have been dead for some time I’d like to see what they looked like alive And shortly after death Death changes them They lose some of their beauty After death takes hold Their flesh becomes boggy The articulation of their joints becomes lax And their hands and feet lay At odd angles Their skin becomes friable Slipping away from their skulls Their tissue becomes edematous And