Baby, Never Be

Tomb of a suicide — Wilhelm Kotarbinski

to David Benatar

Pollyanna’s people smile and say no
to dying, malady, terror, and you
as you kneel before them
beseeching:

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Please, it’s all too terrible
to endlessly haplessly suffer
as even the trees and the rabbits suffer;
they’ve no choice but we do,
don’t do it.
Joy is lightning mocking the night
and hope only the lie we
cannot be without.
Say no
to your selfish will,
say no
to the seed inside,
have mercy for the children
and leave them blissful
never to be.
Please, it’s all too much for anyone.
Don’t do it.

But the blind wheel turns still
endlessly haplessly
and a billion more arrive
with eyes closed and nothing known,
wailing.