Set a bounty,
hang it high
over her,
$10,000,
incentive
heavy as
a sledgehammer,
her chances
skitter away
like a mouse.
Sort through the
circumstances
like the bloody
endometrium,
looking for
the victor
sperm.
Yet for so
many the
effort is
too great.
Vie for the
punishment
of Eve.
Forced labor.
Banish her from
the garden all
over again,
this time to
till the soil
alone,
its dust rising.
And how many
pass this by,
seeing nothing!

– Melissa Chappell