Member Poem

The world is no good for you,
So you had to leave
To a place good enough to accomodate your beauty;
Teeth whiter than the snow,
Eyes darker than night,
Skin fresher than butter,
Duster on heart for the wipe of blemish
And tongue for words sweeter than honey and the honeycomb.
The people therein knew little of your worth
For their minds were full of dung
And their hearts were covered with haze.
Your body, a sprawling throne of gods
Was forced to bare for their pleasure,
Your blemish and blood
Running like the run of runnel.
Abomination from the pulsing lust of men!
Tears streamed from your eyes
Like river from the sea bobbing at firth;
Their mirth.
So you departed stained by men's blemish.

In the earth's arid vein, be cleansed
By rain not the tears of women.
There, sweeten your heart with the root of sugarcane
Not the salt from the urine of men
And let the worms accompany you
And the sand clothe you.
And your mind now insealed in hate hard 
Like the nut of oak, please, soften
For I know that one and only
Is the only dark spot behind your cloud.