Baby Boom-Boom (Serban Foarta) Poem by Paul Abucean

As births have been declining
on our land indeed,
and we have been consigning
to heathens our breed,

we miss the old-time dawning
when innocence was blessed,
when no one knew of planning
and we, completely dressed,

made love under the cover
of our goosedown quilt,
(like any old-time lover
we shared a sense of guilt)

unheard by nosy neighbors
(who planning knew nought of,
and never did us favors,
but did, at times, make love

in anti-baby linen,
and yes, completely dressed,
restrained and barely grinnin'
to not awake the rest) .

Those were the times of wonder,
of 'breed or disappear'...
So, those of you who ponder
betrothing someone dear,

remember this: the reason
why babies are put forth
is not free will (it isn't!)
but wine of little worth.

Serban Foarta (Translated by Paul Abucean)