LOSE MY GENDER

Oh they will take my gender from me

remove the fender from my fire

revealing cinders, clinkers, cells in turmoil, spoiled, 

they've changed attire and gone amok, 

no dainty smocking, no redress, no solace in a smile, 

when the wrinkles at each top will be removed, 

the ovaries like pistils or balloons will swell no more,

open the door for seeds produced 

to meet the inward rush of genes from other sources.

No no longer with a gender, no virginity, no face, 

inside my womb, not even in imagination, 

now become a tomb of empty hollow sounds, 

no mound will ever grow a generation, 

no gestation, no flow, no perfumed dance, 

that region now laid flat, no trace of more, 

no ports to open, close, or even presuppose an entry, 

possible to sway the brain to dream again and hope, 

no joyous thoughts, all turned to mope and gape. 

What fate decides our present should be changed, 

what will become of libido, desire, but better, I suppose 

than dying, dumped too early on my funeral pyre.

Look bright, look fresh and new instead, 

the birds still sing their song, the frogs still croak,

go stand in new spring rain and get a soak, 

for life goes on whatever we might feel, as best it can, 

so don't you loose your zeal, just take a sip of wine 

and drown your cares, 

or the end will creep up suddenly unawares.