The Y Chromosome Inside the Tiny Holy Grail
All day the firefly
Folds in his glow beneath grass
Waiting for twilight.
~ a found haiku; original words adjusted by PhillipWhidden;
encountered in Henry David Thoreau’s
A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
It’s not as if he waits like spiders do
Embracing death. It’s not as if he wants
Enlightenment like monks. He wants to spew
His seeds inside a flutter. That spray haunts
Inside their innards with the spill of life.
It’s not as if he wanted to fulfill
Romance with flame and didn’t want a wife
Or anything that boring; no, just thrill
Of conquering inside a willing dark
Space that had never known his saved up
Power, signalling her to take his single, stark
Imperial insistence in her cup.
..And then he breaks away to be his male
….Self, praying for the next night to impale.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jun 1, 2021 | FI, LI, LO, MA, SE |