"My Son My Executioner", said the selfish father.

 This poem is ridiculous. What business does a father have feeling the effects of impeding death as he looks at his infant son?! Maybe this is just me being overwhelmed with my apparently strong paternal instincts, but if I had a son (in the future of course, or in an alternate reality whereby a female would choose to elope with me), I wouldn't be thinking about how this is the next step towards the grave. Having a child is supposed to be one of the happiest moments of anyone's life, and for that man to spoil it with his own negativity... I don't whether I ought to feel pity or anger. "We twenty-five and twenty-two,/ Who seemed to live forever,/ Observe enduring life in you/ And start to die together." If this man believes that in having a child, his life force has been flooded into this child, never to return, he really, really needs to take a biology class.