Away in a basin,
No crib for its head,
A little lost fetus
Asleep with the dead;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down where it died,
The little lost fetus,
A choice feticide.

Away with the remnants,
The parts never born,
A little lost fetus,
Apart and forlorn;
Away with the pieces,
Just surgical waste;
A little lost fetus
Aborted in haste.

Away with its body,
Away with its care;
A little lost fetus
Without hope or prayer;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down on the choice,
A little lost fetus,
Without any voice.