DYKE, A VIRGIN
                                     A Poem
                              By Phineas Altenzauber

          Death is a Substance
          You can shoot it, drop it, or snort it
          But you cannot defy it
          Unless you are conceived Immaculate:  
          Behind the Bridal Veil 
          & within the Bridal Chamber
          Lies the Virgin--
          Who with her Time-machine disrupted the Primal Singularity

          The singularity was a womb
          A WoMan:  She Loved the Womb
          So she remains forever to this day:  
          & Dykesters, ride your sky-cycles, 
          but leave me be:
          Frigid; Snowy/simmer 
          Icy/chill
          Heroine, be my Doom!

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