THE KINGDOMS OF INFERTILITY - Shaya Block

We can no longer reproduce

With the feminine

Chthonic gods

Of the earth

The underworld

Because we segregated

Ourselves in the strong scent

of static-wet

In the Olympic-clouded sky

As if a strong gaze

Down on the spartans

Wrestling deep

In the unlit barracks

Olive-oil fucking

Until discharged

At 30

Could birth a child