He Poem by Danny Draper

He
Dived willfully into Pandora's box
Through mucilaginous theist pox
And mythological non sequitur of
Idioms and home spun truths that
Nowhere clung to fact or proof
To stroke the ego, but repellent
It stood proud and resplendent in
Clitorial sartorial enduring elegance.

Prize of passion, rape or spite
Fathers whom had thrust to bore
Seeding troops to infinite wars
Over aeons guarded a future as
Ideological amorphous creature,
Tongued at wounds e'er agape
Consumed by blood lust's in-escape
Cunnilingus as child at teet
This mother, lover, pod of seed,
Spurned and nurtured child at play
Curse of fellows desires betrayed,
This mother of sons, lover of men
Calmer of brutes, risker of violence
Keeper of days in youth fell period,
Cycle of Moon and menstrual tide
Offerings made and life imbibed
To endure and rage as sacrifice,
Birthing screams or still-born dread
Crushed corpses of battles spent
And sanity in depression rent.

Nurturing wounds encircling arms
Dearest boy to crumpled old men
Selfless haven sphere from harm,
She is Gaia, our gut touched ken
Our warm last breath, lip cooled sip
Partner of great, fail or grace
A final kiss, last sad embrace,
Sanctuary to retreat and wait
Confidante or to mediate
Conquest of minds to meditate,
Despised, violated, abhorred and adored
She cautious leads the minds of man
Cooks and cleans and suffers rows
Nurses nightmares and fevered brows,
Belligerence and his vengeful bent
Keeper of days by lives long spent.

Weak and bitch, godess on high,
Conflicted, man from woman cast
Desires future, but covets the past,
Learned to speak but fears to learn
Fights as yore, o'er and o'er,
Since time in memorial came into be
On desperate embattled lands,
Cries out through his tormented last,
Her name, til death sets him free
And he passes as he first set out, on
A journey set with
She.

Danny Draper 28/9/2013