First Thought
it is evening somewhere people are
on their barricade women
has brought them bread, red wine and
goat cheese. and the women
although want their menfolk back in
a whole piece, cannot help
admire the masculinity that hangs
like an aphrodisiac amongst burning
tires and other useless material
that can´t stop tanks but do
make a splendid display of heroism.
A war has been averted,
politicians have made an agreement,
the heroes can go home and get
their sweet diploma. and nine months
later tiny tots are born
many of the get names like
Svetlana and Ivanov. But of course
the newborn will never know what
passion, delight and also
the need of procreation when
there is a fear of inhalation,
the end of a tribe, the end o
culture and language In more placid times
fewer children are born and the
preoccupation is about equality
among the sexes, but then when the
very survival beckons survival
of the existential lot, life becomes
more basic, women give birth and
bring survival forward, men fight
and die on the battlefield
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