Spittle and Blather

Spittle and Blather

Have you ever encountered a gaggle

Young mothers pushing their offsprings' 

Strollers postulating the joys babies

Bring lifting them to show 

But seeing just their own 

Baby reaching out its tiny finger

As piercing screech of a blue-throated macaw

Erupts startling need crying out its existence

Upon these crawling creatures 

Young mothers project their fantasies

Hopes dreams imaginations of able men

Women one day making them proud proving

Their pride fulfilling what mothers

Married working walking their progeny

Cannot do for themselves

What do you think or feel

Value as you  watch their excited faces

That this is life the meaning we all

Yearn full of passion to gain

Do you see these happy women 

As beauty as joy as comfort

Is their love for these small beings

Ultimate unconditional unassailable

Am I alone in finding my fulfillment

Otherwise in choosing to abort

As I did

Delighting not in what my semen 

Became but in the seed my mind shares

Yet you will point out sweetly to me

That I like them shall one day be

Blather and spittle

Crying out in pain or wonder 

As what life I have departs

Those gathered around 

Will say how sad he has no children

No sons no daughters to bid farewell

If  a few of those who've loved me all these

Years live still

They will bid my drooling mouth

Good bye

You will witness what flights of meaning

I achieved. 

Jack 5/12