Men and Death
Men charge around on earth, in air,
smashing Death to smithereens,
and yet pretending It's not there,
sun-struck, forever in their teens.
Women, to propagate the race,
love foolish men (and so they must),
have mud more often in their face,
go down more easily to dust.
by Luann Landon
publisher: Mezzo Cammin, Val 4, Issue 1