When the vague is vaguely preferred,
The reasonable saves us all.
Sometimes you will be loved—
And sometimes, not at all.
Morality keeps going until it kills;
The intractable nature of nature,
At the bottom of everything, is seen;
The wanted or the unwanted
Will both be equally mean.
You, child, shall be wanted,
Wanted for all kinds of things,
Unspeakable things, unspeakable things—
Your life which pleases kings.
Or, you’ll be unwanted
And now in the womb you’ll die,
But sometimes, only sometimes.
Do I love? Am I reasonable?
I promise I will try.