So Man, grown vigorous now, Holds himself ripe to breed, Daily devises how To ******* his seed And boldly fertilize The black womb of the unconsenting skies.
Some now alive expect (I am told) to see the large, Steel member grow *****, Turgid with the fierce charge Of our whole planet's skill, Courage, wealth, knowledge, concentrated will,
Straining with lust to stamp Our likeness on the abyss- Bombs, gallows, Belsen camp, Pox, polio, Thais' kiss Or Judas, Moloch's fires And Torquemada's (sons resemble sires).
Shall we, when the grim shape Roars upward, dance and sing? Yes: if we honour ****, If we take pride to Ring So bountifully on space The ***** of our long woes, our large disgrace.
