The sign says Love your babies, born and unborn.
Each morning the 40-foot billboard cant be missed,
but know it isnt youits ourselves we mourn.
Casinos, fast food, vodka, and righteous scorn
it is because we love you you dont exist,
a sign we love you, beloved never-born.
Warm darkness from which you were untimely torn
better to be unborn than unloved, unkissed,
unknownit isnt you but ourselves we mourn.
Some billboards here say simply JESUS or warn
of the many pleasant sins we must resist.
This sign says Love your babies, born and unborn,
as if this life werent hell enough, the forlorn
and loveless driving from disappointing trysts
or to crappy jobsits only ourselves we mourn.
The giant Jesus weeps in his bloody thorns,
but rather than make us crash or slash our wrists
we sing our love to you, our lost unborn,
and ourselves, the ones youve left, the ones we mourn.