I know you Venus of Willendorf
Neolithic fertility goddess
footless fat girl
I have seen you under glass
in Vienna city of sausages
flashing your vertical smile
like a traffic light for sperm
stop go stop go
all or nothing
no in between
for the Stone Age
I have seen your outsized
overhanging massive breasts
laid on your pressed out belly
like loaves of warm bread
no one knows now
why you were carved
or what your purpose
but I like to think
Barbie is your kinswoman
exaggerated and blankly sexual
as flower petals exposed
to our bee-busy physical needs
beloved of preteen girls because
you are
engraved in their DNA strands
from thousands of years of
worship
jammed into hearth ash or
cupped in the hand
to give the mind a sign
of what the body is
where our need comes from
