One day, this is still from that same section, the love poem
section.
I was sitting there in the house looking out
the window being very unproductive,
which is something I like to do.
And the radio was on.
And there was a program on about abortion.
And I could hear my wife come in and listen.
And I kept looking out the window,
because I knew given the nature of the program.
I was going to be called to account for an opinion.
So while the program was going on,
I started formulating an answer.
And the answer is call for these conditions,
there is no abortion.
It's in two parts.
The first point is there's a word in the poem praxis, which
is a Greek word for action for the most part.
All kinds of action even thought is a kind of praxis
a kind of action.
They say the tongue is only praxis.
It is only a surge forward between spring and God.
Months later, God is gone.
Our spring is upon us.
We learned the for children.
They don't want us or our child.
We are just sophomores and curses.
Like Aristotle, I believe plot after plot means something.
It is a formula evening.
The sun is red.
Knight is someone Beyond Blue.
Her belly is living and dying.
And we don't sit close anymore even in the lunchroom.
Her eyes are smooth stones falling.
I am a man.
Therefore, I am falling.
She says, today, she has learned a word for folks like us.
I am about to say sorry.
She says pathos.
Martha's story is not so simple.
Yes, she is older and freer like her lover is gone.
Yes.
And she is poor.
Yes, poor Martha with her belly in her hands
with a man who is anything, but Jesus.
Poor Martha with blood and misunderstanding.
Tragedy is opening for all her roses.
Lord, legalized this.
Hour bloom and decay.
Martha is something in common with rope on fire.
Her womb should give her pleasure,
not hangers and kwenye and soda.
It ask me how did I become such an authority.
But it was just an old tale in New York.
One home remedy for abortions was
supposed to be crying and soda and stuff I think.
The only thing it seems to be able to do is kill people.