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In Conversations with Poets, Religion, Sex, Volcabulary, Women on September 1, 2009 at 10:43 pm

Smeared and
rubbed, ground to dust
pulverizing mortar
of lust; my bloody innards blown
asunder
slain by love, oh god of thunder!
Woman hast such power
thus, remains a slave?
Ludicrous!

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Inspired by:
A discussion of “smitten” as the past-participle of “smite”.

  1. I’ve always enjoyed that word relationship (smitten/smite). You do a tremendous job of bringing it to life in this poem.

    And “pulverizing mortar / of lust; my bloody innards blown / asunder” is bound to stick in my mind for quite some time.

    jackcantey 2 September 2009 at 12pm