Phallus

This was the gods' god, The leashed divinity, Divine divining rod And Me within the me. By mindlight tower and tree Its shadow on the ground Throw, and in darkness she Whose weapon is her wound Fends off the knife, the sword, The Tiger and the Snake; It stalks the virgin's bed And bites her wide awake. Her Bab-el-Mandeb waits Her Red Sea gate of tears: The blood-sponge god dilates, His rigid pomp appears; Sets in the toothless mouth A tongue of prophecy. It speaks in naked Truth Indifference for me Love, a romantic slime That lubricates his way Against the stream of Time. And though I win the day His garrisons deep down Ignore my victory, Abandon this doomed town, Crawl through a sewer and flee. A certain triumph, of course, Bribes me with brief joy: Stiffly my Wooden Horse Receive into your Troy.