In one sigh,
Death in a third world,
A hand lies withered and curled,
Peals of death rain down on a child,
Artists of life are ruined and defiled,
My ovaries sag with hate,
I am death to procreate,
In one sigh.
Ros Csikc-Cyr is an activist. Her poetry offers a perspective on issues of gender and exploitation. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.