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Naturally Ordered
We walk a path of sharp dependency
If we keep cutting them out
How many spins around the sun
Before we chain birth to a theatre?
Before your anger strikes this impertinence
Ask yourself first
What shape this world,
Consigned to reproduction
Where success is balanced on the edge of a surgical blade?
In this audacious venture into Women’s Business
Dare we invoke fisticuffs
Between Darwin and God?
Where then lies freedom,
Should forces lay our permanence
In the hands of steel and antiseptic?
If we keep cutting them out
How many spins around the sun
Before we chain birth to a theatre?
Before your anger strikes this impertinence
Ask yourself first
What shape this world,
Consigned to reproduction
Where success is balanced on the edge of a surgical blade?
In this audacious venture into Women’s Business
Dare we invoke fisticuffs
Between Darwin and God?
Where then lies freedom,
Should forces lay our permanence
In the hands of steel and antiseptic?
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