Womyn

I know I’m a martyr

With huge concrete walls

Grid steel plates

And outward planks

I’m Lucifer

I bring you hell

Open up my mind

And look under my eyelids

What do you see, scurrying along?

Controlling my thoughts

Entering and exiting

My existence?

Lift me up

See all the womyn

Turning my gears

Using cement to tear down a wall

The chisel stays aside

The hammer stays aside

The womyn climb and fall

The men scale and break their necks

It’s a fort that cannot be told

A prison that I’m forever trapped in

Even though

I wish to dance every dance with you

Take my chains off

Watch my muscles be pulled by the womyn

I want to make (edited) with you

In the midnight sun

My head spins

Full of womyn

And artistry men

Fathers and ghosts

And long last brothers

Climbing water towers

Until I dive

Off

Crying alone

Beauty lives within

Secret lies

And plains for buffalos to roam

Burning inside

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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