A richly symbolic poem dedicated to womanhood and the position of women in society.
The imminent darkness may shut out
Even the voices those speak it.
A wordless frown is the gentle wind
Followed by a string of dry seeds,
Changing the grammar of the evening.
Each voice is a long tail sound
Shouting with venom,
The women are so depraved,
They will crack the bedrock of the time
They will break the strap of the humanity.
I have been listening for years
Draped in deadly power,
The priest asks to cleanse women
For him, women don’t wash themselves
For him, women belong to someone else.
Some words have more meaning
Than can be borne,
No, not women’s words
The words those spin and collide,
The words those kill them.
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