Infinitude Poem by Camilla Keenan Koch

The number of people on this planet is infinite
Disregard sustainability
Let's quantify it;
If there are 6 billion of us, can we not always create one more
If there are two of us, can we not make a third
The life we do create, we protect
we help to sustain
We call this love
Preside over it, guide it, support it, damage it irrevocably.
Or are you not damaged?
Or can you repair?
We make life, we plan it, and lastly, we shape it
Not into what we want it to be, but into what it is
We call this love.
Or do you like your shape?
Then, in our multitude,
we age, we die, we continue.
What a purposeful multitude.
I have always planned to destroy my creation.
I have always planned to damage so many lives
I have always planned to love
But is this sustainable mathematica?
This business of babies - Is it for me?