by R. Waller
(06/03/09)

Once, everything was natural.

Dyes were taken from
pulverised seashells and
boiled from woad.
   Roofs were thatched,
not so far from the umbrellas
   that orang-utans weave
from forest green.

Once, everything
   was natural,
nothing synthetic.

So where, I wonder
did lube come from?

   In the old days, before organic farming
was even a concept, did we milk people
and ooze their juices into bottles?

I can imagine steel cells where man
and woman (man woman man) twitch
like battery hens,
   the drooping members culled if they
aren't wet enough. The males kept
on the edge of joy like thirsty
Tantalus chin-deep in water.

   The women have more fun,
with rotating rubber wheels, rutted
and noduled
   to keep them happy,
massaging bruised pink.
   Below aching slits, liquid
sluices down toward industrial jars.
Orgasm by rotor and quota.

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