The Abortion Voyeur

The Abortion Voyeur [Doug Duffey]

Nora spit on the light, those gray nine months

Mildew of light, grimy drops, whimpering sky

Then borne was the child foreskin and full

“But did not move; did not move; he was grist!”

A page, later confesses to Nora

[The wrong kind of nocturnal hag]:

“That sort of lower diction is unpleasant;

Thee alone IS hanged far above Doctor Tossoff”

Then, like a devil out of breath, the above doctor says,

“It occurs to me the poor and the sick toss a bit then pass.”

Priceless that! I, high up off the sidewalk, dropping eaves,

Eye to the peephole; a bit of daylight, see

There, a church in the wrong church, in the wrong

Behind the lowered blinds revealed

That he was sort of that sort

“Poor Doctor… the stories”, says Nora

june 25, 2009 MLU[C] 2009 DOUG DUFFEY