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©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts
THE ABORTION PALACE
(A TRUE EXPERIENCE IN THE 1930s!) Bound to verify the unspeakable we marched through woods and swamp toward the deserted house we'd heard about in low-voiced adult talk. Not that we loved babies. In those fat belly days those already devalued heavenly gifts were gluts not as exciting as kittens or frogs. But this bright autumn Saturday we wanted to find out if the rumors were true. And I still remember that old house, gray shingled through the trees with dank rooms of stained wallpaper and battered baseboards. The closets and attic contained nothing but fillers for our imaginations. But outside in the overgrown yard a deep dug well beneath mossy boards smelled to us like a thousand rotting fetuses. annotation
As I remember, in those days abortion was accepted as a fact of life even by those, like my family, who passed for religious Catholics. There was no sermonizing or ranting about the sanctity of life, perhaps because, lacking deep welfare funding, excess mouths to feed were tied so closely to economic survival.
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