Unmanageable as history: these <br />Followers of Tammuz to the land <br />That offered no return, where dust <br />Grew thick on every bolt and door. And so the world <br />Chilled, and the women wept, tore at their hair. <br />Yet, in the skies, a goddess governed Sirius, the Dog, <br />Who shines alike on mothers, lesbians, and whores. <br /> <br />What are we governed by? Dido and Carrie <br />Chapman Catt arrange themselves as statues near <br />The playground and the Tivoli. While warming up the beans, <br />Miss Sanders broods on the Rhamnusian, the whole earth worshipping <br />Her godhead. Later, vegetables in Athens. <br />Chaste in the dungeon, swooning with voluptuousness, <br />The Lady of the Castle weds pure Christ, the feudal groom. <br /> <br />Their bowels almost drove Swift mad. "Sad stem, <br />Sweet evil, stretching out a lion's jaws," wrote Marbode. <br />Now we cling together in our caves. That not impossible she <br />That rots and wrinkles in the sun, the shadow <br />Of all men, man's counterpart, sweet rois <br />Of vertew and of gentilness... The brothel and the crib endure. <br />Past reason hunted. How we die! Their pain, their blood, are ours.<br /><br />Weldon Kees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pastiche-for-eve/
