Friday, April 25, 2014

first thought

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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