Black Fox Summer Issue (#12)

So she pulled him back, off her legs and earth and any solid grief he could attach himself to, stood him up to where he was seeing again nearly eye level with her and the broad land that soared straight out from her and her flanks as far as either of them could see, and admitted not to him or father but to herself that the boy would first have to be presented and bound over to the social imposition of men to be purged and purified by banishment from them, men also who would not understand what it was to be banished from that earth, that dirt, banished from that planet that had permitted their existence like mold on a piece of bread, that had permitted men to dig and plant and sow and perpetuate unabated, that had permitted the men to continue there until there was enough existence of their species--finally enough, spoken, and done.

And now the trouble was that there was no one saying here what she knew, what she wanted to tell this court of men, that a man was allowed temporarily on this earth in order to break into it and then plant his seed in it and then, by raising up crops out of it, survive and then, by surviving, think that he was alive; but that a woman could pack three paper sacks full of her belongings and then pick them up along with her child-bearing womb and move on not leaving anything behind because there was nothing to leave behind, her body and sense and reason all combined