Manhood.

If manhood had horns,

I'd grab manhood by the horns like a bull

and tie its head and face in knots.

A bull's face as a sneaker,

worn at the sole, covered in tile grout.

And if manhood had horns

and was a bull,

I'd have its sagging brown testicles

in my gloves. Spinning and surface

flinching like sullen Earth.

Turning itself over in my hands

like a God that holds testicles.

Don't ask yourself a question,

like "Does God hold testicles?,"

because God does hold testicles.

He held your testicles in his hands

and turned them into plains

and pushed two sets of testicles together,

built them up into a hill,

then bunched his fists, moulding

the hill into a mountain over 

a million years.

And flattened the mountain

into a plateau with the side of his hand.

Everyone's manhood is a part of the Earth,

your manhood could be Billings, Montana

or just a tree.