We have heard woman poems,
Their envelope licking poems.

We have smelt woman poems
Pickled and dried in a hot sun

For future sons’ consumption.
We have seen woman poems

In the tired eyes of old men’s
Bodies from woman’s bones,

Woman poems in a brass pot.
They are best poems on water.

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