Where have all
 the pregnant women gone
 met so long ago?
 

 When the sun
 wends its way
 to the top of the heavens
 it is time
 for the mating
 of the birds
 and the fruiting
 of fields.
 Used to be
 that women
 heavy with child
 would shed the heavy
 winter camouflage
 and proudly strut
 their ripening bodies
 down the city streets.

 Now
 the sight
 of a pregnant lady
 evokes a celebration
 like the sight of a rare
 and endangered bird.

 Back to the dreamworld
 my love
 a sane and safe world
 my love
 to bring children into.