Why is time a woman
and man a death?
Why do we give one force a gender
and gender the other with force?
Will our willing gender upon them
lessen the bite of their skin upon ours?
Can a persona’s presence
soften the blow for even a moment
of the two things most impossibly
removed from our personhood?
Do the masks we put upon their
faces hide their horrors from us?
Will these suppositions
blow the wind of these days
out of the eyes of our
oldest and dearest friends,
our most constant companions,
our dearest foes?
Will they leave us any longer by virtue
of what does or does not dangle between their legs?
Thoughtful and funny and quirky.
All kinds of things COULD dangle between legs, I suppose. 😉
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Especially when you’re talking about those two!