New Women

With a passion that never fell
Upon the progenitrix
.

Father
.

He loves these
New women
.

Daughters
.

With an ache that ripples
Pain and terror
From gut to chest
Of helplessness
.

They are freed
Into the world
Bold
Vulnerable
And he
Helpless
.

These new women
.

The mistakes
With their mothers
Standing by
Watching
They run headlong
Unguided
Into the visions
Of destruction
To take the mother's
Vengence
On father
Possessor of ultimate babies
.

And the pieces
Fall
Inevitably collected
To rebuild
The dolls of our dreams
Or to live in an endless scene
Of regret
.

Why do they not stop them from running?
When they made
Those same mistakes
With their own father
.

Bitterness
The ruin of men
The last taste at death
In the mouth of the progenitrix
.

When all the man wants
Peace and love
Is denied to us
Helpless
Father
Yeilding
.

These new women
.