These fatherless daughters, like swans in dark waters
Soft-flesh and feathered with their sublime, slick skins
And sterile wombs, feathered bodies in bloom.

Watch them soar! Watch them take to the sky, twisting
Their necks together, looping their legs together, singing
Their swan songs forever wherever together –

Their wingtips fingertips in-flight far away from the watchful
Eyes of men, the waking cries of men, the indissoluble and
Indestructible and inscrutable ties of men.

The men empty themselves like overturned teacups,
Spilling out against themselves, filling and refilling themselves,
Unwashed and wiped red against the raw wound of their beds –

Presto! The swans swim side by side and at the same time,
Their wings diving deeper together, bleeding deeper together,
Singing their swan songs forever wherever together.