And the mutterings of Stephen Hawking
Have been seen in Hyde Park talking.
Millions of years passed
Until man came to his senses
And this is where family commences.
So that man clings to woman
More than to his father and mother,
And brings into his circle the Other.
The man had slept
For a million years
Until he saw that she wept with his tears.
Even when they were unclothed,
He knew, this time, that she is bone of his bone
And he cannot own and cannot disown.
Something deep is in our soul
Violated when we violate that trust
Until our flesh and bones are caked in rust.