Miscarriage

Blood seeps from a womb

yesterday.  Today

that sickly stream

carries away

the knot of tissue and nerve,

structurally

a sentient person, personality

who will not now be.

‘Not to be born is best’.

No, I can’t agree.

In spite of the misery

even the happiest

life must settle for

sometimes, it’s good to be born.

All the same, unborn

is untroubled, at peace.

Primal innocence

is something to settle for.

Nothingness is at least

good, though not the best.