She is the beginning and the end,
the
alpha and the omega,
unafraid
to bite the pulp,
demand
that good and evil
be
surrendered with all knowledge
into
the brainpan and quotidian hands
that
till the soil and make the wine.
There
was no need after the bang
for
anthropomorphic rhetoric
reeking
of thrones and Ezekiel’s bones.
She
became naked and unashamed
because
she wanted to, not because of sin,
wanted
to writhe with snakes
and
clip the wings and flaming sword,
knock
out some godly teeth,
destroy
the boundary between I and thou
and
kick the ass of Elysian toady tribes.
She
bathed in the Tigris, rolled in the mud,
planted
the hemp and its sevenfold crown,
became
the one and only God
of
the late great Garden City rut
that
spawned a world with egg and seed.
She
was and is the Queen of Need
and
fulfills petitions rising from the sod.
I
am easily with Eve, who is every woman
and
every chest heavy with fruit
to
be suckled for juice that is elixir
and
mother-stars for Hera’s Milky Way.
I
bow before the feminine,
the
gate of mankind, a belly of moon,
and
sex that cannot come too soon.
~William Hammett
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