Pollaiuolo, c. 1465
I dont understand men: One wearing just
A quiver draws bow and arrow to split
The guy with axe hacking the guy whos thrust
The guy on the cushion already slit,
Dagger stabs the neck, jab, the others blade
Slice, scalping, cut, bludgeon, slash machine whacks...
Two elegant warriors poised on a laid
Cloth, lest they soil their feet, dance; in their tracks,
Dropped sheaths, shields the size of a large fig leaf
Castration complex massacre! They should pluck
Those coconuts lush stylized motif
In Tarzans jungle, hit the baths, go duck
In some dramatic smoke-dark Castro bar,
Should read that bushs sign: MAKE LOVE NOT WAR.