The Mother of Virtues

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