My, How You Do Go On

Four million new human births
In a day, close to fifty
Fresh babies on the planet

Every second you can count,
According to one account.
Do with that what you will, will,

Will, will, will, will, will, will, will,
Can’t speak fast enough, can you?
Not to keep up. Not to keep

Up would be a lovely thing,
If it came without despair,
Without suffering, without

Dying. Just death here and there,
Quietly. Let the babies bloom,
Let the world be overwhelmed

By insatiable infants
Growing into quarreling
But well-coordinated,

Cooperating, bonding,
Specializing, and longing,
Forever longing, humans.

Let us not have to keep up.
Let us sit here quietly,
In a safe spot. You go on.