13th November 2013

Sonnet 11


She should just have another you grow'st

So if (when?)  the present you's departest

There's no need for kids to be bestow'st -

Science has us forever convertest.

This world's too small to hold how we increase,

Now we're breeding faster than we decay

It's not in our nature to stop, refrain, cease:

We just can't bear that "me" might fade away.

Those who can't stretch to eternal self-store

(That's the  new natural selection)  perish,

It's a Brave New World or it's you no more;

Plus more resources for us to cherish!

There's just rich perennials left thereby

Ensuring it's only the poor who die.