A moveable seat; a seat of justice, or of authority; a vehicle born by men, a sedan.
--from Chair, Susan Howe.
We don’t need the armour to wield our power,
our justice was born for all
sentient beings. Equal. A moral code.
Our vehicle is emotive. Our vehicle the tongue.
I once thought of competition as a given.
A victor and its spoils.
Now it’s a matter of survival. I want a less divided world.
No longer will the penis be a power-
tool, no longer a womb a tomb
for a million soldiers. The night will come soon
when the axis shifts
with an equal number of seats in the room.