The male is the aggressor
even in a birdbath full of sparrows,
mounting, determining what, when, going after
all that shouldn’t be his
more than another’s.
The only way for a woman to be
truly free
is to live alone, liberation
just too high a hurtle
with the man there, history being
a pile of tree trunks on our donkey backs.
From: https://poetry.lib.uidaho.edu/category/elizabeth-arnold/
Date: 2017
By: Elizabeth Arnold (1958- ) Encroachment (21 February 2020)
From Troubles of The World 