"If I had a thought Of charity toward this woman then It was that she, a little mind, had tried To live the faith against her nature, used A woman's cunning to get on in life. For as I said it was her lies that hurt. And had she lied, had she been living free, Unshackled of our system, faith and cult, American or Christian, what you will? "She was a woman free or bound, but women Enslave and rule by sex. The female tigers Howl in the jungle when their dugs are dry For meat to suckle cubs. And Germany Of bullet heads and bristling pompadours, And wives made humble, cowed by basso brutes, Had women to enslave the brutes with sex, And make them seek possessions, land and food For breeding women and for broods." "And now If women make the wars, yet nurse the sick, The wounded in the wars, when peace results, What peace will be, except a peace that fools The gaping idealist, all souls in truth But souls like mine? A peace that leaves the world Just where it was with women in command Who, weak but cunning, clinging to the faith Of Christ, therefore as organized and made A part, if not the whole of western culture. Away with all of this! Blow down the mists, The rainbows, give us air and cloudless skies. Give water to our fevered eyes, give strength To see what is and live it, tear away These clumsy scaffoldings, by which the mystics, Ascetics, mad-men all St. Stylites Would rise above the world of body, brain, Thirst, hunger, living, nature! Let us free The soul of man from sophists, logic spinners, The mad-magicians who would conjure death, Yet fear him most themselves, the coward hearts Who mouth eternal bliss, yet cling to earth And keep away from heaven." "For it's true Nature, or God, gives birth and also death. And power has never come to draw the sting Of death or make it pleasant, creed nor faith Prevents disease, old age and death at last. This truth is here and we must face it, or Lie to ourselves and cloud our brains with lies, Postponements and illusions, childish hopes! But lie most childish is the Christian myth Of Adam's fall, by which disease and death Entered the world, until the Savior came And conquered death. He did? But people die, Some millions slaughtered in the war! They live In heaven, say your Elenor Murrays, well, Who knows this? If you know it, why drop tears For people better off? How ludicrous The patch-work is! I leave it, turn again To what man in this world can do with life Made free of superstition, rules and faiths, That make him lie to self and to his fellows."...