As through the pipes the waters fell
Down to the bottom of the well
In listless apathy I gazed
At the cold waters as he bathed
I have beheld that scenery
and it’s most sensual masculinity
Yet disappointment
Oh can’t you see
is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality
Silver equals a chill, that that suits me just fine
I’m shyly sipping water while he drinks whole jugs of wine
He likes all kinds of women and I--I only hate men
He marvels at all things new to him
and I only wait for all things in this sick world to end
The water pouring down his spine
caressed his strong physique, so well-defined
Calm like a rock he stands
Oh behold his beautiful body and soul
A friendly God must have built this man
To an all well-balanced whole
What sad bewilderment has this brought?
Physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred
An ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me
It was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality
Silver equals a chill, that that suits me just fine
I’m shyly sipping water while he drinks whole jugs of wine
He likes all kinds of women and I--I only hate men
He marvels at all things new to him
and I only wait for all things in this sick world to end
I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man
He never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare
The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread
And if I told him about it, he might only shake his head
With kindly amused, melodious laughter
He then would perhaps merely smile at my
Oh, so stupid silliness
And the beast that is raging inside
Thanks, Dru!
It's worth nothing here that Anna-Varney Cantodea is a transwoman.