A Shakespearean Pro-Life Poem

By Rose M. Bryo

“Please, Oh Vulture, Listen to My Pleas!”

“To Be…or Not To Be?!”

“Ipsum Esse”

Act I, Scene 1;  My Mum’s Womb on the Banks of the Allegheny

Rose; Please, Oh Vulture of the Culture of Death, do not query me in this manner: “…To be or not to be?” Rather, Declare to me; “…You are to be!” Please answer my plea to be, to live, to love, to participate in Creation. If it be that I am “…not to be”, then my Mum may mourn for me uncontrollably. My wish is for my Mum to be comforted. Oh, Vulture, In the morn, please seek Forgiveness & Mourn, then you, too, will be comforted.

 Vulture; “Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!” (Vulture wrings hands to rid the invisible spot).

Act II, Scene 1:  My Mum’s Womb on the Banks of the Ohio River.

Rose; Please, Oh Vulture of the Culture of Death, do not expel my corpse into the gutter prematurely by administering poisoned potions to my Mum! Then utter to me, “You are not to be!” Rather, Declare to me; “…You are to be!” Please answer my plea, offer to me a healing hormone, pour your poison down the gutter, then your Culture may revile you and utter evil against you. Rejoice, for your reward will be great in heaven. 

Vulture;  “Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!” (Vulture wrings hands to rid the invisible spot).

Act III, Scene 1:  My Mum’s Womb in Ireland

Rose; Please, Oh Vulture of the Culture of Death, do not scald my skin, do not scald my gut, do not scald my bellows, chest cavity, and heart of hearts! I plead with you not to skin my skin, do not  scalp my scalp, then utter; “You are not to be!”  Rather, Declare to me; “…You are to be!” Please incinerate those chemicals, thus, my hunger and thirst for consuming Creation will be satisfied, and your thirst for righteousness will be satisfied. 

Vulture; “Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!” (Vulture wrings hands to rid the invisible spot).

Act IV, Scene 1:  My Mum’s Womb in Asia

Rose; Please, Oh Vulture of the Culture of Death, do not dismember my members, do not subject me to the vile, medieval torture of Draw & Quartering of my delicate tissue. For my blood will pour, the end will be for me “…Not to be.” Rather, Declare to me; ”…You are to be!” Please answer my plea, have Mercy on me! Then you shall be shown Mercy.

 Vulture; “Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!” (Vulture wrings hand to rid the invisible spot).

Act V, Scene 1:  My Mum’s Womb in Australia

Rose; Please, Oh Vulture of the Culture of Death, do not slice my spine, allowing my bellows and limbs to go limp. Do not vacuum my cortex, then crush my skull with forceps, causing life to be suctioned from my corpus. Do not quadriplege me, nor decapitate me. If you execute these deeds, then my end will be “…not to be!” I plead for Mercy, Oh Vulture! Rather, Declare to me; “…You are to be!” Those who show Mercy shall be shown Mercy.

 Vulture; “Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!” (Vulture wrings hands to rid the invisible spot).

Act VI, Scene 1:  My Mum’s Womb in Canada

Rose; Please, Oh Vulture of the Culture of Death, end this unjust war against the innocent, unarmed, civilian child in the womb. Rather, Recognize our flag of surrender, lay down your barbaric, vile, blood-stained weapons which will result in me “…not to be!”  Rather, Declare to me; “…You are to be!” This metanoia to Peacemaker allows you to be called a child of God. 

Vulture; “Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!” (Vulture wrings hands to rid the invisible spot).

Act VII, Scene 1:  My Mum’s Womb on the World Stage – “All the world’s a stage…”

Rose; “Please, Oh Vulture of the Culture of Death, Listen to my pleas!”

Vulture; “Nay, You bloody, red Rose! From the Culture of Death, in haunting memory of Lady Macbeth, comes my final decree in answer to your pleas: My dear Rose, you are…not to be!” 

“Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!”  (Vulture wrings hands to rid the invisible spot).

Rose M. Bryo’s work can be followed on the following website: https://wordsfromthewomb.com/words-from-the-womb

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