I was destined to come out of the womb...
Until your doctor-performed my abortion.

Then I was naught...
My entry was caught.

My life ended...
Our three blood-types-still blended.

I am no more...
Are you happy?

I am sore...
I am no more.

I am a successful abortion...
No feet-a miss-mashed, contortion.

Michael Gale

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-successful-abortion/