and a princess of the realm
the sacred cow through whose udders
flows the nurturing substance of all the universe
the holy vessel of the natural temple
I am Kali
fearsome mother of life and death
I am Shakti
the primal energy
the source
that which cannot be named
as priestess my function is to serve
to mirror
to point beyond
in the direction all men fear but indicate
in the very turning back
the secret need
whispered in churches and in bed
in kitchens and in sickrooms
called by frightened children in the deadly night
articulated by outhouse minds (dirty motherfuckers)
trying to escape the curse of Oedipus
the name always close to utterance
on the tongues, and
in the minds of men
I am culture, country, and one woman in the memory
of every man
Demeter
Mary (God himself is subject)
the green and moving, ancient sea, that warming
chilling womb
impregnated by the sea
the cradle rocked by the moon.
Whatever form,
Thou art that.
Jehanah
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