Rib
a poem
Eve woke up,
space in her side
in place of rib number three.
She gathered her daughters
saying,
“These men come from us,
bone of our bone;
flesh of our flesh.”
In dark caves
we are formed:
bone, flesh, penis.
Layer upon layer
wound round the
primordial rib
that gives us shape.
These daughters
give a rib
every time a child
is formed,
until their
hearts have no more
protection.
So, Man was formed,
and every time we are born
women remind us
where we come from.