Blood Flowers

Let no woman enter
This temple
Menstrual blood defiles
The eighteen steps to the deity
The wombs of a woman stains your kitchen
The floors of your home
Desecrates you.
Your mother is the source
Of your impurity and unhappiness.
Blood seeps out of her
Every month
The red river that brings forth sorrow
And compels a celibate God
To seek solitude
In a dense forest
With his eyes weeping stone tears
Over bleeding flowers.

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