Man And Woman: A History
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a man is frothing history
a woman is the coalescing undying past;
and together rolling as the beast with two backs
from murky undefined time
they roll further into the cloudy distance
each brings in memories
and traditions and nuances
and each comes with a constitution;
each comes conditioned
each manufactured in the same factory, and both struggle
and there is just whingeing all their lives
a man is labeled
a woman is branded
and they are manufactured in sperm factories
and completed in wombs
and both men and women are pushed into cold space
each draw on opinions
and hand-me-down scripts;
the man driven by dreams
the woman too;
and woman shaped by customs and passion
and the man too;
both damned in mortality
and no better in eternity
the woman needs to replicate
the man to mate and duplicate;
the woman needs to embrace with iron grip
and the man needs to bite, hurt and penetrate
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there is the man and woman
and a geisha, or a lover
comes in between
3
a woman is history
a man is the past;
and together so rolling in from time
they roll further into the distance
a man is desire
and a woman is instinct
and together coming in from thoughts
they roll down like Jack and Jill
and there is just no end to their decline
each struggles with ambitions
and needs and expectations
the man desires, the woman wants
and both hide each other’s lies in the darkness of life
a woman’s mind is passed on
and the man’s ideas inherited;
and both wake to bitterness
and each dies in loneliness
and nature sees this struggle
and Nature laughs; Nature says:
I send you with blood and organs
and I send you with tools to procreate –
now, mate and multiply;
and nurture the new and becoming old, just die -
for I have no more use for you…
man and woman
hear nature’s laugh
and invent lies;
they engender poets
who deliver sweet untruths:
love; immortality;
and immortal love…
and perhaps the time will come
when this history will have to be re-written
for with glass and genetic architecture
man may not need woman but to touch
woman may not need man but to hug
and infertile men will copulate with infertile women
and babies will blossom in ordered vases
and some androgynous blogger then will write:
man and woman: a useless pair
meanwhile
men and women are a driven pair;
and to console themselves
to keep their worth, dignity and sanity
they think they are independent
and endowed with autonomy
poem by Raj Arumugam
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