<h2><SPAN name="page32"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THE CONVENTION</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">From</span> the Queen Bee
mother, the mother Beast, and the mother Fowl in the fen,<br/>
A call went up to the human world, to Woman, the mother of
men.<br/>
The call said, ‘Come: for we, the dumb, are given speech
for a day,<br/>
And the things we have thought for a thousand years we are going
at last to say.’</p>
<p class="poetry">Much they marvelled, these women of earth, at
the strange and curious call,<br/>
And some of them laughed, and some of them sneered, but they
answered it one and all,<br/>
For they wanted to hear what never before was heard since the
world began—<br/>
The spoken word of Beast and Bird, and the message it held for
Man.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page33"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
33</span>‘A plea for shelter,’ the woman said,
‘or food in the wintry weathers,<br/>
Or a foolish request that we be dressed without their furs or
feathers.<br/>
We will do what we can for the poor dumb things, but they must be
sensible.’ Then<br/>
The meeting was called and a she-bear stood and voiced the
thought of the fen.</p>
<p class="poetry">‘Now this is the message we give to
you’ (it was thus the she-bear spake):<br/>
‘You the creatures of homes and shrines, and we of the wold
and brake,<br/>
We have no churches, we have no schools, and our minds you
question and doubt,<br/>
But we follow the laws which some Great Cause, alike for us all,
laid out.</p>
<p class="poetry">‘We eat and we drink to live; we shun the
things that poison and kill,<br/>
And we settle the problems of sex and birth by the law of the
female will,<br/>
<i>For never was one of us known by a male</i>, <i>or made to
mother its kind</i>,<br/>
<i>Unless there went from our minds consent</i> (<i>or from what
we call the mind</i>).</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page34"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
34</span>‘But you, the highest of all she-things, you gorge
yourselves at your feasts,<br/>
And you smoke and drink in a way we think would lower the
standard of beasts;<br/>
For a ring, a roof and a rag, you are bought by your males, to
have and to hold,<br/>
And you mate and you breed without nature’s need, while
your hearts and your bodies are cold.</p>
<p class="poetry">‘All unwanted your offspring come, or you
slay them before they are born;<br/>
And now the wild she-things of the earth have spoken and told
their scorn.<br/>
We have no mind and we have no souls, maybe as you
think—And still,<br/>
Never one of us ate or drank the things that poison and kill,<br/>
<i>And never was one of us known by a male except by our wish and
will</i>.’</p>
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