we are gathered here,
our marriages intact
for the most part,
to see what these
pranksters will make
of us next. oh, we’ve done
the marches at the Justice Department,
the White House, the Reflecting Pool,
the Vietnam Wall, P Street Beach, you name it.
Nary a rock was thrown, not even an
insult, really. We just said our piece,
pretty please, give us the Equal Rights
for our granddaughters and nieces.
Never mind about our measly seventy
cents on the dollar or all our people
dead from AIDS. We just don’t want to
be afraid for the girls who won’t have a say.
When we put NO MORE WIRE HANGERS
on the signs that we carry, we mean the babies
barely grown, the lovely ones just now going to prom.
For goddess sake, don’t make them go through
this again. It’s not the abortions we want, anyway,
per se, but the right to be free of the ill-begotten.
We know what comes of babies who are hated, spawn
of rapists and fathers who had no right to take what they took.
Please read the book, The Power of Women, written
by a man, and you’ll know where to look. Spare us,
by hook or by crook. Spare them.