Where man cannot descend.
Death likes to copulate,
Couple, mate, and fornicate,
Congress, coitus, intercourse,
Death's beget a billion souls.
Mother, dam, and grandmamma ...
Death has had its mount and lay.
Stock, stirps, sept and strain,
Death has had its way.
Birth, blood, breed and branch,
Death has seed in every house.
Bastard, bantling, nobody's child,
Death has sown a billion times.

ALTER and CHANGE

So we need to change! alter! vary!
we men of Earth, we savages?
Will we deviate? revamp? veer?
Shift and turn a leaf?
You status quo conservatives!
You standpats! You unprogressives!
You intransigent bitter-enders!
You brute old bulls! You farting wallowers!

Who are you? You fickle dackers!
You chameleon rolling stones -
You kaleidoscopic Cynthian phasers
Who blow hot and see-saw cold?
Who are you a plomb fixed Immobiles
With your mortgaged investment-homes?
Secure, battened, anchored, moored,
You high, dry marooned buffoons!

Can we keep on, prolong the pain,
We men of Earth, we savages?
Drag, maintain, retain, keep going,
Pursue the tenor of our ways ...?