Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry, 1750-2018



I travelled in enclosed hearts

strange rough bodies

male bodies with erected phalluses

male bodies unexplored continents

I traveled in these bodies

I enjoyed their flowing juices

I wondered if they knew

how to touch a woman

if they wanted to conquer a woman.

Like we conquer them touching

edges of their chord-emotions entering,

piercing through, suckling, and turning them dry

we drip our own poison.

We conquer our victims.

Who has seen us as victims?

Who conquered us?

In the war of genders they see us as trophies.

They place their flags in our bodies

and leave in a delirious state.

The new century returns to Matriarchy

and I already set my web

for unsuspecting males


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