Abortion   A tiny aspirant                                    floating In amniotic broth is desalted, extracted In clean energy. So thin and unformed that sterilised forceps pinch it a p a r t.   Yolked from its protein shell, septum chambers Still in parcels. Barely more than neural groove Or spinal cord                     floating In a hidden sea, in the void denied.   You have the softest fists, and are wounded so easily. Your gentle scratches cannot impress The uterus walls. You wobble and crumble, another receding sea of limbs.   But the head too wide and full of itself Could not be extracted. Instead…