Uterus Of Clay Poem by Yashim George

'The two shall become one'
'It's written'
Where I ask, lay the merger?
From the jeer of pleasure emerge a being
Being with no past only future
Who puts man and wife into one child?
Again and again for all men
Spirits pretty and handsome, tall and grey, short and autumn
Spring and crimson
Who shall remind man his person,
And tell humanity and divine the virtue of birth?
A being from Nature begotten or from Spirit's descended?
Of that all-spoken, this never heard
All men come from the swell of her bosom
Who can testify to the pangs of her pain, man?
Tree of a forest, virtue, all humanity, woman or womb itself?
...
Born fragile, in the Uterus of Clay where `tis
Spiritual marriage made; God bades to defend
And when childhood delivery convoluted,
This Lady in the fortune with gape and gory
Recalls to now about a smile.
The Smile in the Savannah god has made.