SON of my woman's body, you go, to the drum and fife, To taste the colour of love and the other side of life -From out of the dainty the rude, the strong from out of the frail, Eternally through the ages from the female comes the male.
The ten fingers and toes, and the shell-like nail on each, The eyes blind as gems and the tongue attempting speech;Impotent hands in my bosom, and yet they shall wield the sword!
Drugged with slumber and milk, you wait the day of the Lord.
Infant bridegroom, uncrowned king, unanointed priest, Soldier, lover, explorer, I see you nuzzle the breast.
You that grope in my bosom shall load the ladies with rings, You, that came forth through the doors, shall burst the doors of kings.
