I was taken in a dream to a ceremony. People danced solemnly about a tall monument. Sadly they sang: "We were given the Gift, and we made ashes and poison ashes and poison ashes and poison! We turned the sky black!" People threw themselves to the ground. Some hit the soil with their fists. They wailed wildly, overwhelmed by despair. This was the Commemoration for the Unborn Dead. After waking up, I say: "To you who will never breathe for you are in our blood, and this blood shall not be passed on, we are too confused and cowardly to struggle for your life. You shall never read these words for what would have been your home shall never each your time. Pink petals of plum shall never reach your time. Birdsong shall never reach your time. Although your lives are as seeds within our lives, you shall never see Cygnus heading South through dazzling starfields. Your loss has never been mourned. We never even speak of you or your children."