Friday, February 13, 2015

Love's Lurid Past


Love’s Lurid Past

The hairy Cro-Magnon hit his woman
With a club, dragged her to the cave,
Grunted his way to an orgasm.
Wait, that was yesterday.

The Eastern monarch built his harem
One-by-one, honoring each with the
Pleasure of pleasuring him.
No, that’s the cult story on the news today.

The lord of the manor rode about
To select the serf to satisfy his needs.
“You,” he said, and rode away
Soon to ride her, too.
The Russian oligarch the other day?

The ancient Greek statesman revered
Mentor, boy to man in loving
Man-to man. The driven holy man
Just yesterday with lusty hands.

Love’s lurid past is now.
Is this another human stain
To spoil the glory that keeps us
At the top of the living heap?

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