Classic Poem

Line drawings of naked fertility goddesses
On the walls of a dirty train lavatory

An arrow points at the hole
Between the thighs
Put your prick here
Goes the anonymous message

I take my cursor on the hole
Finding my way through the fleshy layers

And click

There opens the dark cave of Alta Mira

The cave from which we have never come out

I rub stone
Against stone
Light the bonfire of dried leaves
Illuminating
Stories of mammoth-hunting
The fertile women
With huge breasts and broad thighs
My story or my picture

Doesn't feature in these stories
I only play the role of shadow
In this never ending Darwinian drama

On the walls of the clogged lavatory of my mind
I mouse-click the link for Alta Mira
Only to read
The tiresome message
Page not found action cancelled
In the public lavatory

A prehistoric rock inscription reads
Sheela is a whore
Carved by some primate

In a college urinal
The Onida Satan
Has carved for us
With a huge mammoth tusk
An oedipal message

Neighbour's envy
Owner's pride