Daring to disparage comforting sentiment, this darkly witty poem addresses the ‘perpetuation of death’s lineage’
And On What
and on what
presumption
parents
may one ask
do you blithely
give life
act as catalyst
for future
generations
grant your
bodily urgings
precedence
over mind
blind impulse
sweeping
reason away
in a surge
of preconceptions
your creative juices
frustrating inhibition
obscuring
the margin
of error
between
your instinct
for survival
and your
perpetuation
of death’s
lineage
