The first time it was an accident We cursed ourselves for months But its liquid eyes and little fists Smothered our principled objections We were doing what our bodies told us We were vassals to our lust It got easier every time We were praised and congratulated Fecundity is the mother of virtues We didn't feel bad about it anymore We were doing what our bodies told us We were vassals to our lust We did it again and again The spirit is willing And oh, how the flesh is willing We'll thrust ourselves into the future Again and again and again And the birthing cries will bury The echoes of the old koan: Limitless flesh, limited means It is right and good to drown the earth in seed It's what we were put here to do And by God if we aren't good at it O, rejoice! For soon the world will burst with wombs The sun will claw for the trees in vain And an ocean of bones will creak below