ON BABIES AND BABYMAKING
- Dark Poets Club
- May 11
- 1 min read
By Jack Bumby

When it comes to the ritual of making babies,
there are two schools of thought.
There is what is usually done and what ought,
the latter ignored amid the pleasure and bliss
after all, unprotected sex is a winner all round
even with a schedule and rigid timetable
there is understandable joy for most to be found.
And this can blur the lines
obfuscate the question
of whether having a baby is a moral crime
a defiant symbol of hope
or pardon the suggestion
neither of the above.
Because we're told that the world is over
and the planet is going to hell in a fuckbasket,
or maybe it has always been this way?
A string of doubting parents getting ready to ask if
what they're doing is a mistake or whether
the child will come to hate them for it
when the bombs rain down or the weather
washes, burns, or starves them to hell.
And ultimately they'll make the decision
or their bodies make it for them. Oh well,
they'll say. What were we worried about?