I research two sides

Of the exact same

Human story–

Old men’s eyes

injected with 

The stem cells

Of children 

(To ward off a besetting blindness)

So small they call them

Blastocysts

Because it is easier to

To tear

Someone apart if

We call them

Blastocysts… 

Not the same

As the Doppler 

Searches across the mother’s

Skin

For a tiny

Keepsake heartbeat 

Some-where-Some-One

Always loves

These little ones

No matter what we might

See or not choose 

To see 

about their

Fragile legal status

Or translucent eternal

Skins.