For our Friends

It is
the greatest curse
that can be imagined,
the vagina.

Seemingly not much.
Flesh and blood
formed a certain way.
Yet
this simple evolutionary
necessity,
it seems;
Ignites the fission
of the stars themselves.
Launches a thousand ships
toward war.
Brings forth civilization
out of chaos.
Is the source of both
terror and joy.
Whispers bold words
into the ear of
every poet ever born,
one way or the other.
And is particularly responsible
for many a reasonabe man’s
decent
into foolhardy madness
and ruin.