1.
Agnodice’s folded fist lifts her tunic
Lo, there, the pubis of her sisterhood!
Lie back lady, let her tend to the sick,
The menses and migraines of the matured.
Tend to birth-dreams of a new world order.
Invisible-citizen, -practitioner.
Courageous, Sappho pens praises for her,
As Herophilus quakes for what unfolds here.
Strap your breasts and cut the locks, clip thy sex!
'Tis the business of Gods and men to heal.
In guise of male you work and project,
Passion to cure a city-state concealed.
The head is crowning like a gold sunrise,
While convened Senate wipes sleep from their eyes.

2.
Agnodice's folded fist lifts her tunic
Lo! Orbs of men, there is no member there.
For shame, physicians squall, to treat and mix
In medicine, for all here to compare.
The audacity! Bring Herophilus 
Forward! Frankenstein crafts his vile she-male.
Women of Athens, I have no phallus,
Yet, answer me: Have I Not Healed You Well!?
Wilt thou three times deny thy creation!?
Buckle beneath the jealousies of these men?
Deny my drams, plants and operations!?
Is this Golden Age without transcendance?
“Hold Thy Tongues!” Cries the voice of Aspasia.
Before these judgments, a defense of the ages.

3.
Agnodice's folded fist drops her tunic.
“Know now the talent of this physician,”
The powerhouse roars with eyes volcanic,
“Hear these accounts before rendered decisions…
Know you my son, and the wrath of his father!?
By these skilled hands was the younger delivered!!
Would you destroy gifts given by nature?
For Shame! I say, a wolf is your shepherd.
Young Pericles was stuck, not to be moved,
Blood cord about the neck when he was born,
'Twas these hands that turned the babe and renewed
Nature's course, and your prince was thereby spawned.
Think before you issue your poisoned herbs!
Your judgments by the king's ear shall be heard.”

4.
Agnodice's hem sweeps earth, broom turned tunic.
Seated here before the law of Athens,
Throngs of women, those cured, -witness’d public.
Agonized cough and shift, the Senate spasms.
Bloodied bird in hand, now catch and release,
How to inoculate Aspasia’s rage?
To win back favor of the king and priests.
Societal bends as steel in a swage.
Retire then council, measures and weights,
Banish the damned, or let be acquitted?
Choke on male pride, this accusative case,
Agnodice’s skills are hereby permitted.
So, nurse the Polis, it’s sick and diseased,
Neutralized sex, by decrees of Pericles.