My dears, don’t look at me, I am merely terrified of
you.
I don’t know what you want, but I certainly haven’t got it
to
give you.
No, my poor little penis would be of no use to
you
dear ladies, none whatsoever.
It’s something else you are after, if you could but formulate
it.
As for bearing my children - why there
I wouldn’t insult you with the suggestion.
The son of man goes forth to war
no more, he sends his daughter
collecting foreskins.
But I consider I was sufficiently circumcised long ago.
My dears, if you want the skies to fall
they are established on the many pillars of the phallus,
so perhaps you’ll do it.