Indispensable Woman Poem by James McLain

I, whom waded through the blood of his sisters to
the mound of Venus,
and received for this your recognition the name of
Hooded the Great

He raised his monument to its highest degree
By the piercing of such glory, but he her phoenix
Undid her all her very everything
by the partition of the veil among the undecided
seven of their ten wives
If this is such his fault, however by you
was so pertinaciously repeated never by yourselves because.

Subsequent, we must look for the cause me thinks.
Rather in the manner or lack thereof of the times
and the force of circumstances.

Rather than in the improvidence
of ones need to author partition in these.
These woman were indispensable
There was no other means of satisfying my need
for these Queenly subjects.
Hence they ran off into me.