Worthless Penetration

I feel the pain of
Every worthless penetration
Since the dawn of time.
The image of every
Grotesque monster
Sleeping satiated and snoring
Is lodged in Da Vinci detail
In the cells of my brain.
The knowledge of awesome
Oceans of dried semen
Upon countless women’s
Stomachs – tombstones
Marking the death
Of everything sacred –
Pulses like radio waves
Spreading out across
The cosmos, and
Never ceasing to be.
My mind is like
A field of giant radio-receivers
Strewn upon an alien landscape
Absorbing everything;
Transmitting the images
In rage and anger
Bitterness and regret.
Better a woman
Dead at childbirth
Than so horribly fouled
Even just once.
Yet, everywhere there
Is an eternal cycle
Of repeated desecrations,
Until beautiful death
Stamps out any
Further occurrence.