PULCHRITUDE

by Michaelw1two Inspired by Alberta C. Wakefield; Self's boast, one's toast, feminine cult of I, celebrity; instilled idea, beauty lost, time, enemy of life's amenity; preached reign of individual, life still, that finite unity; species borne of Adam's rib, contempt of man's serenity. Measured age, one's bitter taste, minds now stress survival; blind eyes sour auras, project envy, spear death's rivals; provoking a weakness, works nubile, seed, precept of revival; beguile, pretense in snaring prey, brute acts, oh so vital. In flames, life's promise lay, flayed hearts turned to rust; share in love, of no concern, as flesh becomes nonplussed; fed, is sole appetite, lasting unions, in thought mistrust; life bred, no longer one to one, priapic seed, ire bedust. Swell, of pompous pride, legions fem., ruled by tartuffery; certain of world's control, men's lot, gutted by fool's war; spite brews thoughts, creation myths, as second under male; power, in Malthusian query, womb not food, is human pall. Implied perversions magnify, loosening masses of maenad; spectre, clearly superbia, heaven known, is beauty's pride; cause is voted suffrage, effeminate rage, unsure to subside; Avatar, male not fem., lustrous insight, all souls confide. Michael Darrell Walker