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Thursday, November 15, 2012
Outrage in Cork City yesterday.
A victim of the back rooms
Of clinking glasses
With the best brandies
Underlain with guffaws of the
Old Boys in striped school ties
And holy Roman Collars
In union with the hearty
Fellows of the Dail
All hardy-harring to keep uppity
Women in their places.
A world where zygotes in
Uteri are revered, unattainable
As the rest of their mythology.
Until birthed of course
When they are fair game.
Update: Here is a link to the Guardian's article on Savita.