No More

The heart beats feverishly in the womb,
not as slowly as before.
It beats and beats and then: boom!
The heart beats no more.

The hand touches the stomach's skin,
not as quickly as before.
Her smile faded grim.
The son kicks no more.

A voice fills the air,
not as loud as before.
A voice of passiveness turns to despair.
He says: we will try no more.