Sometimes the shepard has too much a stronghold on the flock.

Ectopic

An eternity on the road
She's doubled over in pain
No time to grieve a lost child
Need to get to the women's clinic

The drive was long
The wait was longer

Wading through a sea
     of evangelical stereotypes
"God have mercy on you"
"You still have time, don't kill the child"
"Murderers will be punished"

Stepping through the entrance
My mind was branded with anger and disgust
Wondering where her mind  was;
"You cannot go in sir"
Wherever it was, she's alone

Opportunity for confrontation
Back to the sea, wishing for KEVLAR
"You can still stop her"
"You are her husband, and will be held 
     accountable by the lord"

I explained it was the baby or her,
     wondering if this type of ignorance
     could be approached
"We're sorry for your loss"
And it was agreed that apologies
     were in order

Inside she was
     my one love
Battered, Beaten, and
     with time to grieve
As the door opened, she
     was blinded by sun and sea

"You will pay, dirty whore"