First Love – A poem about circumcision by Van Lewis

The late, great Van Lewis was a truly gentle Southern gentleman. He could use strong words like those in the poem below for dramatic effect, but because they came wrapped in his soft Southern drawl, people barely noticed the raw content.  They just fell in love with the messenger with the beautiful blue eyes. I saw him speak with young and old, street people and university professors – and he might argue with their ideas but in the end they’d come out smiling like the very best of friends.

First Love

You must have been insane,
you bloody madman,
to steal my brand new body
from my stupid mother¹s bed,
and lay it on your cold, hard table,
Whole!

You must have been insane
to strap my baby body down
and tear my virgin foreskin
from my glans –
Me screaming bloody murder to the skies!

You must have been insane
to rub my little penis with your bloody betadine,
and come at my erection
with your knife –
To try and make me sick as you – for life!

You must have been insane
to cut my body¹s best,
and throw it in the trash,
and leave me there to die but half a man –
To kill the future love that I had planned.

Rape? RAPE?!
THIS IS NOT RAPE!
There is no word for what you did to me!
And what, pray tell, you think I¹D do, to THEE?

God damn your putrid madness, you dead man!
God damn your mad vomit straight to hell!
May livedEviliveDevil feast upon it!
May S/He sicken on your putrid evil gore
and die in holy hell forever more!

Some lovers, we,
my mad M.D.,
linked through all
Eternity.

You bleeding, bloody madman!
Still lost upon the Way?
Still sick? Are you still insane,
Today?!

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