Healthy Helix

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He thinks that he is not a monster, not

His father, not his mother, a bit

Too much like both, but too much like a clot

Of two good people, sucked from Mama’s tit,

Her best and worst, the sharpness of her teeth

In she bear shielding of her quartet boys;

The father in him, metal underneath

The charm, with poetry to chase the noise

Of manliness away with softness . . . when

Religion bared its southern fangs, he won the race.

(Intolerance arose because some men

Of darker skin walked into white church space.)

  This female and this male made son’s array,

    A beast with wings and not clawed D.N.A.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Feb 16, 2025 | HE, RA, Uncategorized, WH, WO | 0 comments