This poem was ruled ineligible for the BAP challenge because the poet left out a letter of Louise Gluck's name and the resulting poem was one line short. Nevertheless "She Who Disbands Armies" so impressed us with its comic vitality and high spirits that we happily post it here. -- DL
She Who Disbands Armies
“‘Haven't you ever heard of Lysistrata?’
‘Yeah, isn't that a mouthwash?’”
—Gilligan’s Island
Lysistrata blue balled soldiers with names like
Ulysses and Kinesias by holstering her half-inch clit—
instead of unsheathing, their swords were cockblocked.
(Suggest the need for hookers, less freedom. Suggest Jennys rubbing against
each hand peacefully for the cause.) The gunners return to war; now
gleeful to cooperate with those camel-fuckers.
Looser this time, nothing to lose. Calendars without Caesarians.
Über this cloud is no watching God—just more frustrated men. Finally, man
claims his own humanity. Pressing against his canvas, advancing.
Kickback some green to Nietzsche. He was right: no one slept last night.
-- Amy Lawless
