and now for something a little different, a couple excerpts from UnMythed, by chris wind
Macha
this one I’ll tell straight:
you were forced to race against a team of horses
you were pregnant at the time
you won
then you died, giving birth.
but with that last great exhalation
you cast a curse
upon the warriors of Ulster:
for nine generations
whenever they attempted to fight
they were incapacitated
with childbirth pains.
***
Amphion
perhaps you’re right about my beard–
it’s funny, I guess facial hair
well, hair of almost any kind
is a measure of masculinity
and academics and artists
have always felt a little like eunuchs
(real men use their bodies)
it’s an interesting insight
(and surprising from you)
but it falls a little short–
what I wonder is this:
do I have a beard
to look more like a man
or less like a woman?
