We men

Woman is a world Wombed in a curve We men splinter to flat horizons Woman is a complete Collective of the open hand We men grab as a clenched fist Woman knows of the quiet Strength of intuition We men usurp in desperation We men worship the wanton way While woman wants in ways We men are none the wiser How little faith we men possess As we watch woman fight The monstrous dark with candlelight We men do not see weakness In revenge and retribution While woman seeks forgiveness Would that we men wake Forsake the loneliness And welcome woman home