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."