child of the west wind

lamentation pour le feminin

‘oh wild west wind thou breath of autumn’s being

lift me as a wave a leaf a cloud’

thy unseen presence so soft upon my cheek

a zephyr my soul endowed

it is the marketplace and souls are for sale

flesh offered at the modern alter of baal

make an offer the auctioneer cried

19 to a dozen cheap he implied

tramp stamped arms chest femurs and fibulas

on fat fleshy miasmic display audacious

piercings anywhere but the sole of your feet

every orifice a jeweled replete

color by clairol or garnier

lost in endless night in the middle of the day

you lick the dust and grovel on the ground

no one is interested lets leave there’s nothing here to be found

no originality only cult-ure clones divested of anything sound

and there are others still who own to their sexuality so dear

eyes cleverly colored with lashes shadow liner and mascara

kohl kajal and surma dressed to dare ya

throwing your lariat dressed to reveal not conceal

sensuously to a submissive slavish beggar conceding his will

he knows what you’re selling and he really doesn’t care your power so prevailing

the pendulum has swung now suspended in tyranny and aggression

fabricating the female an image of hate and repression

now you climb to the top of the corporate ladder

you’ve come a long way baby a hollow victory as you stand alone and lonely

at what a cost does this really matter

‘and in those wonderous far off days

the women will adopt a craze

to dress like men and trousers wear

and cut off their locks of hair

they’ll ride astride with brazen brow

as witches do on broomsticks now

and wives shall fondle cats and dogs

while men live the same as hogs’

awaken oh west wind ye angels of summers sweet assent

and then I saw you dressed in blue and flowered print

clothing your feminine form to ankles with all its content

red hair the color of mahogany genuine and authentic

with ringlets and tresses below your shoulder

blow oh west wind and rebuild anew

beautiful and divine

an image of the feminine virtuous

once existing only in my mind

you turned and smiled

and I knew with you the feminine was alive and greater than all this baleful display

a child of the west wind and all that was good to be admired

the true female and divine feminine together a most fragrant and beautiful bouquet

you are the water rivers and sea