In the night, potential life,
That ended down a kitchen
Sink or up a whore’s womb,
Speaks to me.

“Why did you hate yourself
So much that you wouldn’t
Give us life and carry your
Genes into the future?

You poor man who don’t
Believe in eternal life will
Saddened walk into a night
Without stars to guide you.

There will be no one to close
The lids of your unseeing eyes,
No one will mourn your passing;
Remembering you.”

By dawn
The whispering voices disappear,
Glorious is the morning;
Welcome the new day.