*aborted Fetus / Unborn Voices I Hear

I hear their unborn voices
echoing in the vocabulary of silence
blazing beside their premature grave
from the aborted breath

Glints over the shadow of death
their souls longing justice
blazing beside their cold tomb
from the aborted womb

i mind their voices are alive
the unborn unsayable cries
longing for speedy due process
blazing beside intrinsic law
in the aborted judgment

I know I am imagining
this condolence is like an air
a puff eventually disappear
into a nook of aborted nothingness