THE ABORTION

Sin and sex, and consequences...

There were frolics in the graveyard

And a whisper on the wind

That you were dead, my darling,

And dead because we'd sinned...

They said, the spirits dancing

From tomb to marble tomb

That we had done together

The things that swelled your womb....

They teased, the spectre know-alls,

They said the fault was mine

That you got fat with angels

And I grew thin with wine...

They mourned, the devils teasing,

They said you shouldn't kill

The babies growing in you,

The unborn, weeping still....

They choked, the ghosts of angels,

And I stood there and I tried

To make some sense of all the blaming

When they said that we had lied.

There was a fun-time in the graveyard,

A moment hearts were stilled

When they chased each other gamely,

The two that we had killed.

And then their voices faded,

The whispered echoes sighed

And I knew their fate was ordained

On the day their mother died.

I'm stranded in this graveyard,

Alone and waiting, see,

For forgiveness or some angels

To come and set me free.