Bountiful Woman
Bountiful Woman,
cradling thy warm
and willing breasts,
How to shelter thee
from savage hands,
nurture the fruit
of thy womb,
and comfort
thy ravaged sisters?
Terrible the price:
neglect, fear,
ignorance begetting torment,
passing forward the unraveling.
Simple the answer:
love, reverence, courage.
Speak clearly thy need,
thy just expectation.
Devotion is thy due.
Shame sparingly thy sons
for light offense.
Born are they sparsely laden
with wisdom plain to you;
theirs a freedom gift
of beckoning potential
and troubling self-doubt.
Mother and child,
these are the important ones,
the rightful center
of men’s concern and labor.
May we soon awaken
from our nightmare of phallic angst,
competition and revenge.
-LEW
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