Pause, O Men!

Pause, O Men, and consider what it means

for a body to shut off its

progenitive purpose, having expended

all those eggs carried from

one womb to another, from

birth to reproductive death, with

hormones fighting one another, sending

contradictory orders to units

cut off or annihilated, the

Command Structure in disarray, and we

transmit into this confusion

increasingly desperate messages that

though our ammunition is

severely depleted, we still want to

resupply them.