Their ladders ain’t for us to climb, we don’t have the money
to waste. Some things are simply beyond our power,
our weapons are the subtle charms of the fairer sex.
Leave it for the men to make their declarations, fight their war –
as bright as a nuclear flash, and just as toxic.
We will care for one another, patch their wounded masculinity
hold the threads of civilization
by the force of our will
The summer of the Age of Man soon
enough, my dear, will turn to fall.
Charley Reay is a writer and spoken word artist from the Lincolnshire Fens. She is currently based in Newcastle Upon Tyne, where she has lived for almost a decade. Her poems have been published by Obsessed With Pipework, 3 Drops from a Cauldron and Writers Against Prejudice. She is also a regular performer on the North East spoken word…
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