Why are women a fraction more than us?
Lie with a woman and wake with Liberation,
her bondage is our lash, her labor our dismissal.
Her witness bugles to my dubious shade:
Woman victorious, animosity dead.
(Will the worm turn and sting her victor heel?)
Stendhal knew women deserved an education:
“No civilization rests on its best men,
its highest level, the mothers of its children—”
no vacation from shepherding the lost children …
if a mother no longer cares for her children,
civilization sinks to its institutions,
says, “Your fucking little psychopaths,
I didn’t ask for them, they came for me.”