where boats manned by men sink every single one, as if the Phoenicians never existed, as if Polynesians never set sail, as if Lord Nelson drowned in his bath, unremarked whereas women sail unmolested pacific, they have no words for war — shield, siege, castle, moat — they abide peacefully in thatched cottages feed on plants, worship no gods children are amply praised & men exist tho hobbled at birth & castrated after one instance of sexual congress — they make decent pack animals, & like the women dream & sing & dance & make art no one remembers how women learned to minimize men, one suspects a pre-historic testosterone-amped surge nipped in the bud by womenfolk once a year they don scare-masks they run, shout, rattle gourds beat on drums, oh, & how they laugh