My dears, don’t look at me, I am merely terrified of you.
I don’t know what you want, but I certainly haven’t got it to
give you.
No, my poor little penis would be of no use to you
dear ladies, none whatsoever.
It’s something else you are after, if you could but formulate it.
As for bearing my children - why there
I wouldn’t insult you with the suggestion.
The son of man goes forth to war
no more, he sends his daughter
collecting foreskins.
But I consider I was sufficiently circumcised long ago.
My dears, if you want the skies to fall
they are established on the many pillars of the phallus,
so perhaps you’ll do it.