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It was--I cannot say for sure--
In Egypt, Greece, or Rome, maybe,
That the tale was first told to me;
Retelling it, I'll keep it pure,
For its theme is almost perfect,
If you are another, like me,
Who champions sweet androgyny,
A member of the elect sect
Who worships Hermaphroditus,
In whose form both male and female
Are joined, androgyny unveiled,
And strength is made more beauteous.
In this land, whichever it was,
A column of smooth marble stood
So flawless that the monarch would
Let no chisel strike it because
He feared its flawless beauty might
Be forever ruined, badly marred,
Or worse, shattered, so he barred
It to all. Then, one moonlit night,
As the monarch slept, he dreamed dreams:
A divine voice proclaimed, "A statue
From the stone must be chipped and hewed;
Therefore, let the sculptor you deem
Worthy take hammer and chisel
In hand, free, as he shall see fit,
To flake and gouge and drive and hit,
The stone, his vision to fulfill."
In the morning, the monarch woke,
Visiting the marble column
With fear, his very heart benumbed,
And, to his counselors, he spoke:
"Last night, as, abed, I did nod,
A deity visited me,
And though, sleeping, I did not see,
Him, I heard the word of this god,
Who commanded me to select
A sculptor to sculpt this pillar
Of perfect stone; I would not mar
Its perfection, but would protect
It just as it stands, for all to love,
Were the commandment not decreed
To me by a divinity;
I dare not defy those above.
Tell me, counselors, what I should
Do, and how, in obedience,
May I comply, without offense,
Being, both to god and stone, good."
After their deliberation,
The counselors answered their king:
"You are wise, and a golden ring
And, of course, a celebration
Are the solution, we suggest:
Great praise for all, but for the third,
A pet--perhaps, a talking bird--
For the next, the ring; for the best,
Your permission to carve the stone.
In short, a contest we propose
As the top means to prevent woes
As the smooth marble column's honed."
The monarch adopted their plan
As his own, of course, and proclaimed,
At the contest's end, he would name
The greatest sculptor in the land
And this man would carve the marble
Column as he pleased, that his muse
He might honor, if not amuse,
His vision, thereby, to fulfill.
In place of marble, dark green jade
Was used, that, if it were abused,
The column would not be misused.
When the day came, the city paid
A visit the scene to see
Which, of the sculptors three should win--
It was so quiet that a pin
Dropped could be heard; each of the three,
Hammers and chisels in their hands,
Stood poised, ready to carve their minds'
Images into the jade, blind,
As deaf, to the crowds in the stands.
None wanted parrot or myna
Bird, and none sought the ring of gold,
Not if the truth is to be told,
Nor e'en all the tea in China,
And, no, they wanted not women;
They wanted what all men most want,
Which is not breasts or ass or cunt--
They wanted to be number one!
To make the contest more a sport,
There was but one stipulation,
A very simple condition:
Carve one such as the gods would court,
Fighting among themselves to woo,
A man or woman more beautiful
Than any other Earth's mortal,
And make the statue faithful, too!
The rivals, I think, were Kosmos,
Alexander, yes, and Cadmus,
And, after quite a stir and fuss,
'Twas determined that they would show
Their work in the order just named,
With Kosmos first to have his chance,
If he should win, to dance and prance,
Or, if not, the next to gain fame
Might be Alexander; or, if not,
If the Fates proved content not to
O'erturn the gods' will, the statue
Good Cadmus made might have a shot.
Kosmos, praying to Adonis,
Thought broad shoulders, and a deep chest,
With washboard abs might be the best,
And, to sweeten his figure's kiss,
He shaped his statue's lips like bows,
That those who thought not of Cupid
Could not their thoughts of love be rid,
Thinking, instead, of Greek Eros.
More like a deft surgeon's scalpel
In the hand of this fine sculptor,
His hammered tool sliced and curved
Unlike a poor, clumsy chisel,
Creating cock, balls, and buttocks
That inspired erections among
Male spectators and wagged the tongues
Of maids who'd lick his jadestone cock.
Alexander was next to vie
For the sculptor's fame, and he thought
No better way was there to wrought
His statue and take the first prize
Than to appeal to Athena,
Wisdom's goddess, to assist him;
Against her intelligence, dim
Were all others; even Leda,
By Zeus raped, did not know more of
Him and the other deities
Than did Zeus' own daughter see,
Born of his thought, instead of love.
This goddess, asked to help, said she,
"To great Pygmalion, lend your ear,
For Aphrodite, finding dear
His tender love for Galatea,
Quickened her, making cold, hard stone
Soft and warm, and her lovely form,
With the quickness of a rainstorm,
Take on hair, flesh, blood, curves, and bone."
Taking Athena's wise counsel
To heart, Alexander fashioned,
From his art and artful passion,
A maid upon his pedestal
Who rivaled the goddesses in each
Religions, both of the West and East;
Upon her charms, the eyes could feast:
Beyond this world, her beauty reached.
Too lovely to remain mere stone,
Some god or goddess would transform
Her into flesh, that she might warm
All upon whom her beauty shone.
Kosmos and Alexander scraped
Their crude, rude forms; now, young Cadmus
Tried his hand, a stiff, thick phallus
Adding to the maid he had shaped.
Her face was lovely, and with grace
She stood, slender figure outlined
By her robe, gentle contour lines
Showing her creator's fine taste.
Beneath the jadestone fabric, breasts
Were gentle mounds that swelled her chest;
Her hips, curves sharpening her dress,
Boosting the beauty of the rest
Of her many womanly charms;
'Twas a daring move, a brilliant
Decision: manly ornaments,
Although, at first, caused some alarm,
Made a stark contrast, most profound,
Between breasts, penis, and testes
Striking the gath'ring as sexy
And, though bizarre, also quite sound.
It was as if, in fashioning her,
The third contestant, seeking depth
(And to show that he was adept)
Deliberately meant to blur
The masculine and feminine,
Making of both men and women
Undifferentiated twins--
Words failed to conceive or to pen
Exactly what Cadmus had wrought;
Hermaphroditus was a weak
Precedent, perhaps, if to seek
An earlier model was thought
Necessary for the statue
Cadmus made. The great monarch stood,
Said he had judged each work and would
Announce those upon whom he'd bestow
The gifts he had to give, saying,
"Kosmos, your bird can talk and sing,
And, Alexander, this gold ring
Is yours. I hope, to each, these bring
Pleasure. The crowd likes each statue,
But, by their cheers, they've made it clear,
Of this, I'm certain, without fear:
The marble stone belongs to you,
Cadmus, for you have given us
Neither another man nor maid,
Which we have already, in spades,
But, in giving balls and phallus
To what, otherwise, would have been
A lovely lady, but only
That, and nothing more, you make 'she'
And 'he' irrelevant, my friend!
Male and female soon tax and tire;
Having two genders seems a hex,
But now we have a new, third sex,
Which, though it can't conceive, can sire,
And, as if by some enchantment,
Can fuck an ass and be ass-fucked,
Can suck cock and have its cock sucked,
Can spend its sperm or have sperm spent
On it--or shall it be called 'him'
Or 'her'--such a great novelty
Defies language, 'tis plain to see--
I wonder should we call it 'them'?"
The contestants claimed their prizes;
Kosmos and Alexander said,
"Cadmus, it's plain, you used your head;
You've won. Tell us how you surprised
Us with your androgyne, for we
Prayed to the gods for assistance,
And they told us how to advance,
Though you have won, it's plain to see."
"Think not that deities do cheat,"
Cadmus replied. "I'm sure they gave
You sound advice, and meant to save
The day for you and prevent defeat,
But I prayed to the one who came
To speak to the king in his dreams,
I asked him not what form he deemed
Would win, but, rather, for his name,
Sure that immortal fathers dote
Upon their daughters even more
Than do earthly fathers adore
Their girls--I do not mean to gloat--
Knowing the name of the god who
Spoke, I would know whose shape to make,
When I learned 'twas Hermes who spake
To the king, I knew which statue
To hew and carve from the jadestone,
For, born of joy and jollity
'tween Hermes and Aphrodite,
As it is generally known,
Was the boy on Mount Ida raised,
So beauteous that he turned heads
Of men and women, who to bed
Would have taken him, there to lay
With him in sweet sexual bliss,
Finding in his ev'ry caress
Another reason to feel blessed,
And grateful for his ev'ry kiss.
"When, bored, he sauntered out one day
From the cave in which he stayed, he
Found he enjoyed his liberty;
He left his home and went away,
Trav'ling, at last, to Caria,
Where, in a forest, green and cool,
He found a sparkling, crystal pool
In the far land of Phrygia.
"Salmacis, the naiad who ruled
This pool, fell in love with the youth,
And, though it shame her, 'tis the truth,
Her lust was not cooled by her pool,
And she sought to seduce the boy,
He leaving her sorely distressed
When he refused to get undressed,
Denying a goddess her joy.
"Withdrawing, Salmacis concealed
Herself behind a stand of trees,
That she might watch him as she pleased,
And, thus, her fate and his she sealed!
"He doffed his clothes, to her displayed
His flawless flesh, his chiseled chest,
His flat belly, and all the rest--
Sights which further aroused the maid.
"His cock and balls, dangling between
His alabaster thighs, made her
Ache inside; her clitoris stirred--
She cared no more if she were seen,
And, breaking from her cover, she
Ran down the slope and leaped into
The pool, and, to herself, she drew
The startled youth, while she did plea,
'Fellow deities, hear me pray!
Though I'm below, and you're above,
I'm a goddess like you, in love
With this youth who has strayed my way,
And though he struggles, terrified,
I implore you never to part
Him from me, lest you break my heart,
For, though immortal, I would die
Otherwise!' The others agreed,
Save Aphrodite and Hermes,
But they were a minority,
And Zeus decreed, 'I grant your plea;
Henceforth, the youth and Salmacis
Shall be one, that the naiad's bliss
Be retained, else we are remiss,
As truth she spoke, when she spake this:
Though naiads lesser deities
May be, they are, nevertheless,
One of us, an immortal blessed,
Entitled to a boy she's seized.'
"So, when I found the voice that spoke
In our monarch's ear, as he dreamed,
Belonged to great Hermes, it seemed,
As sure as acorns become oaks,
The statue most likely to win
The king's contest would be his son,
For why would Hermes let someone
Else win, and lose his boy again?
Does any suppose a god would
Not use his power to inspire
A king to do as he desires?
Wouldn't all of us, if we could?"
The king gave Cadmus the marble
Column to carve what he would cut,
The tour de force took a month, but
It stands forever, beautiful,
For in its fusion of sexes,
All that is lovely, both of men
And women joins; and, now and then,
One comes, sees, and is not perplexed.
At such times, Hermes is convinced,
Zeus may have been right, after all,
Long ago, when he made his call,
Knowing that, to become a prince,
Hemaphoditus must first be
Both a male and a female merged,
That he, of each, might then be purged
And of sex and gender be freed.
An androgyne, a new creature,
Thus entered creation, Zeus'
Synthesis, gained through an abuse
Whose ends, if not means, will prove pure.
What will this world become when
There are no longer either men
Or the fair sex known as women?
It will be Eden, without sin.
Cocks shall be sucked, and cunts devoured;
Asses and pussies shall be fucked,
Men and women, both shall be plucked,
Gay flowers to be deflowered,
And there will no longer be need
Of chocolates, roses, flattery,
Threats, fear, assault, or battery:
Love, at last, shall be real and free.
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