Before the yellow robes came
There were us
Holy and monstrous
Wombed bodies large enough just to house
All of life and whatever after
Cyclical beings so that from our throats
Leap the wails of ancestors
Nang Gwak and others as old as soil
Of course, this was before
Machines arrived and Siddartha deemed
We, fish food to their blossomed lotus
They say our best bet is to decompose and reconstruct
Digested to polymers and dust
Yes, the red between our thighs
Had always made us earthbound
Now you must learn that this is a bad thing
Learn that this is shame
Did you not know that even in their holy pagodas
Are glistening phallics reaching for the skies
While vaginal motars sit firmly as foundations
If we were made to burrow into the warm dark
Then surely they were made to ascend
What else are we but gateways so that sons could burst forth
If we are lucky they too might don their yellow robes
We could cling to their golden capes
Parasite off the enlightened
For now that they are the holy
We are merely monstrous
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