Fingering of Instruments
So, we are made of dust; at least we men
Are. God created us from dust. He bound
The dust together with some liquid. Then
He made us breathe. Between our thighs two round
Or oval things he hung. He must have meant
For us to use them. Since they dangle there,
We use our fingers to approach consent
For us to help them find a place where hair
Invites their seeds to go. We smell the runes
Inviting us. We trace the nubbled spots
That swell outside the ribs. Desire balloons.
Electrical jangles generate watts.
God must have used his armpit sweat to turn
The dust to sculptured mud. It makes them burn.
Hidden from Penetration
What Eve was made of isn’t all that clear.
The Bible says she came from Adam’s bone.
The whole of her was made of rib. A mere
Rib, bone and marrow, is what made this clone
Not quite a clone. Which parts of her were made
Of bone and which of marrow? We just have
To guess. Was she concocted like brocade
With raised up bits? And why decide to halve
Her off from Adam’s denim 501s with their
Brass buttons on the fly? Was marrow used
To make her juicy, softer parts? And where
Did female hair come from? Was God amused
To make from bone the hair between her thighs?
Was that hung there to hide from bony spies?
~ Phillip Whidden