Kill-Bill

“My voice against the crime of Rape”

They ran in the rain
With tarpaulin in their heads
Shouting “mamma mia!”

That their shoulders hugged each other
Like the gesture of some cross-country summits
When they have never learned to fight!

They threw their undercovers
To dance naked under the sun
As if they were only assembled bones!

One day they were kidnapped
And handcuffed at the threshold of eighteen
So that they could prove their mankind!