Fiction

What is fiction is for the moral soul
To show them in stark nakedness, like a
Runway model, in her sumptuous form
With exposed breasts, and a sack of wheat
Her naked body is there, sumptuous---
For in the real world, such things entice
But in the literary world, they teach.
For the sex between two conjugal mates
Is more beauteous than the lust of two
In heated throws of whoredom's pink passions.
Yet it is in the mind's eye they make love
So flower does not meet flower, fluid
Does not mix with fluid, nor seed with womb;
And what's never seen cannot be exposed.
For the mind creates only from matter
It has understood, and without which, no
Thought can be lucid, or knowledge there known.
For what is wrong can be called wrong, but right
Called right, as heroes and villains fight wars
And the limb crushed cannot be known, 'tis hard
To imagine what eye hath never seen.
Thus, the book can do no harm, but rather 
Elucidates the crux of moral wisdom.
For it can do no harm, but teaches when
A man is wrong, or when a man is right
Such is a story's use, and only that.