Population Growth

Million microscopic
ribbons , struggling
to get into saintly
lifes;
one chosen enters
through the life door,
collaborates with a
muse, and gets an
art done– finesse
confetti.

A seismograph
keeps recording,
the many places,
times, and happenings;

Malthus gets off
Hurridly, chuckles,
grumbles at theory–
and by ‘eureka’
is still writing:
slower growth
faster births.