. Abortion Notes Please bury babies ripped to parts, Especially their tiny hearts. They’re slain in hiding from our sight. And even scheduled in the night. We never hear the babies’ cries. We cannot see them with our eyes. We do not hear when hauled away In backs of trucks. How much they weigh Reporters will not find for us, That’s too much bother and a fuss. What will the schedule be tomorrow? It’s babies dying, full of sorrow. . . Phil Flott is a retired Catholic priest living in Omaha, Nebraska. Lately, he has been published in Raven's Perch, Evening Street Press, Last Stanza Poetry, and others.