Pediatric Ward

                         Pediatric ward

 

While in orientation today, across the hall

from the bedpan station, a whisper said,

“Poor girl, she’ll never wed.”

 

In the room her guardian angel cried before she

died. Looking for the voice, I saw a baby that

lived for sixteen weeks in her mother’s womb

 

Before her parent’s could see their baby, I dressed

and photographed the tiny corpse. Then delivered

her to the morgue. I haven’t eaten anything today.

 

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