Look at the haters who didn't like this poem. They can't even offer any real critique as to why they don't like it. Who the hell said WCW was trying to be profound? If you want to say something, simply say it. He said it.
From the page: "it seems that a lack of men gave these women more time and energy to cultivate some of the most elaborate forms of ant agriculture ever studied."
She gave me good ideas. On the cliff. There was water
and the sun she was, standing on the cliff. Draped in the basic
white and black, that and her hair and invisible lashes.
She was a muse of sorts. She came through a screen like all
modern women. For a few hours she sustained this poem.