Picture the children
Who will never be born.

The things they might do
With video cameras.

The petitions they might send
To Kofi Annan.

The children with a plan.

The children who take magnets
Out of their pockets

And rally the universe
Into a new polarity,

Children who can save us,
Lead us out of here.

Who don’t do that.

Who become a live journal
Suspended in word web,

Who become parents.
Loss after loss is born.