This time a Scottish poem on abortion

The Porter by Edwin Morgan

This poem is the last of five in a sequence about an abortion. It sounds best out loud in Scots. 

     Ah know ah tellt them lies at the enquiry. 

     Ah sayed ah thought the wean wis dead 

     when ah took it tae the incinerator. 

     Ah didny think the wean wis dead, 

     but ah didny ken fur shair, did ah? 

     It's no fur me tae question the doctors. 

     Ah get a bag fae the sister, right? 

     She says take that an burn it. She's only 

     passin on the doctor's instructions, 

     but she seen the wean, she thought it wis dead, 

     so ye canny blame her. And the doctor says 

     ye canny blame him. Everybody wants 

     tae come doon on me like a tonna bricks. 

     Ah canny go aboot openin disposal bags - 

     if ah did ah'd be a nervous wreck. 

     Ah passed two electricians in the corridor 

     and ah tellt them the wean wis alive 

     but they thought ah wis jokin. Efter that 

     ah jist shut up, an left it tae the boilerman 

     tae fin oot fur hissel - he couldny miss it 

     could he? The puir wee thing wis squeelin 

     through the bag wis it no? Ah canny see 

     ah had tae tell him whit wis evident. 

     - Ah know ah'm goin on aboot this. 

     But suppose the kiddy could've been saved - 

     or suppose the boilerman hadny noticed it - 

     mah wee lassie's gote a hamster, ye ken? - 

     and ah fixed up a treadmill fur it 

     and it goes roon and roon and roon - 

     it's jist like that. Well, ah'm no in court noo. 

     Don't answer nothin incriminatin, says the sherrif. 

     And that's good enough fur yours truly. 

     And neither ah did, neither ah did, 

     neither ah did, neither ah did.

H/T to Ben at Countercultural Father whose idea it was to publish poems on abortion throughout the 40 Days.