I will return and give you a son Poem by Aurélia Lassaque

once I know how to wage war and give death
with the untamed rage of the howling newborn
human, head-ramming his mother till she bleeds

I'll know how to give death, far removed from the gods and from memory itself
until our very names have deserted our mouths
and the wars seem so alike there are no sides left
only an ache from clenching our jaws too tight
a phallus stiff-pressed against the belly
and the fear of being seized by the chill of the bite