Labour and Fruits

Labour and fruits

what for, if not a woman?

No one else is watching or caring

Lest stars have eyes,

But the gods gouged them out last millennia

upon their cross of mercy

for the men below

bulging, breeding, building

only to shrivel it all dry

in clenched fists, forgetting others to hold...

Giving is forgotten, and now

our alters are destroyed.

Women: glasses of time 

too empty to luminate the big picture of

Kingdom. Men

fill me with your fears 

and fury to clear way for eternity. 

They are my children

which desperately need comfort.