the waste of a mile
Jul. 20th, 2003 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinThe women lined up for at least a mile, on either side of the road. Each woman held up a professionally-done full-color poster, at least 4 feet tall, using words like ABORTION and CHOICE and using GOD and the VIRGIN MARY, and 3 foot tall dead babies, fetuses, red and gory and malformed and partially destroyed.
One woman looked carefully at each car driving by and ran the palm of her hand over the photo of the aborted fetus, swooping wide over its bloody shoulder, its head three times as big as her own, its all-but-obliterated torso, its frail and undeveloped legs. She was in a rapture, perhaps, or some piece of absurd suburban performance art.
On both sides of the street, the posters stretched, spaced at intervals, for quite a while.
I wonder how long they stood by and watched the world pass them.
One woman looked carefully at each car driving by and ran the palm of her hand over the photo of the aborted fetus, swooping wide over its bloody shoulder, its head three times as big as her own, its all-but-obliterated torso, its frail and undeveloped legs. She was in a rapture, perhaps, or some piece of absurd suburban performance art.
On both sides of the street, the posters stretched, spaced at intervals, for quite a while.
I wonder how long they stood by and watched the world pass them.
