Freedom and Love
When Woman cannot hold her Man, she keeps
His essence in her womb, held tight and then
Extrudes it as his son. The lover seeps
Away as years go by—the way of men.
The woman has her son she took as seed
From him, though. Years go by but still she holds
His boy. A man’s religion holds this creed:
Implant your holiness; if woman scolds,
Move on to other sacred caves. Make more
In them. Make other boys or girls and leave
Each Woman with your gift. Implant your roar
In them and let them laugh and love and grieve.
They’ll have those smiles and warmth and tears
With what you left while you go drink your beers.
~ Phillip Whidden