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This poem is taken from PN Review 102, Volume 21 Number 4, March - April 1995.

Five Poems Sujata Bhatt

More Fears about the Moon

Fetus after fetus lost.

And the inner voice
dares not speak to me.

Each time I looked
there was always too much blood.
I could never see the face.
Only the fins: limp,
but they glistened and once,
the curved spine seemed to tremble
in the dish.

Too many little ones slipped away
from me. My girls,
my boys - couldn't wait
to leave - my crooked fishes
my sea horses - they didn't want
to become children.

Fetus after fetus lost.

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