It is not the male meat,
turgid or dangling
between our legs, that
makes men monsters.
We are designed for love,
not only rape.
It is the acid poison
roiling between our ears,
eroding our hearts,
eating away
any shred
of decency.
For millennia we have abused our strength for the subjugation of all that nurtures us. Women, Nature, all beings possessing power we would have for ourselves.
Black winged scavengers
gorge on reeking meat,
vomit forth putrid remnants,
calling them “legal precedents”.
Will we ever forgive women for ceasing to adore us as they do newborns? That paradise lost, we will not forgive. We will create our own paradise
with men the rulers.
We create hell on Earth instead.
Rape, incest, implacable biology
prevail over those
who, men dictate,
must give birth,
rather than choose.
~ Wry Welwood
27th of July 2022
(I do not hate men, only the monstrous behaviors chosen by so many of us.)
previous version published in Scrittura on the platform Medium.
Thanks to J.D. Harms for his keen perception, editorial assistance and the model of “hybrid prose poem.”