Tags
arrogance, macho, male, narcissism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, pride, satire, sexual symbolism
man god said he was God
but that was not
the answer I was
looking for:
far from itleft me with
a broken pen, drained of ink,
trying somehow
to fill in the hole in my poem
hole in my beingvagina that in his infinite wisdom
he wished to, cutting out my heart,
leave for meas he ascended to Heaven
tacky Elysium of his own limited creationme, though, his most limited creation
though I have this poem and the
rampant Devil who
spoke and
still speaksfrom these lines, through these bars,
outside the gate tightly shut and
locked for
the eternally prodigalnot quite out
of earshot
laughing diabolically but
quietly: yes my divine Other,
rattling your cage
as he laughs
and laughs
and
laughs
at youin this insane, hopeless space
what more can he do?
