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.