where boats manned by men sink
every single one, as if the Phoenicians
never existed, as if Polynesians
never set sail, as if Lord Nelson
drowned in his bath, unremarked
whereas women sail unmolested
pacific, they have no words for war —
shield, siege, castle, moat — they abide
peacefully in thatched cottages
feed on plants, worship no gods
children are amply praised & men exist
tho hobbled at birth & castrated after one
instance of sexual congress — they make
decent pack animals, & like the women
dream & sing & dance & make art
no one remembers how women
learned to minimize men, one suspects
a pre-historic testosterone-amped surge
nipped in the bud by womenfolk
once a year they don scare-masks
they run, shout, rattle gourds
beat on drums, oh, & how they laugh
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