She speaks
How vulgar
Is the crowd
Scurrying
Intently gathering
Organizing
And planning.
Seeking advantage
Anticipating
Perseverating
Calculating
Conniving
Ordering finery
Well dressed
But petty
Nonetheless
Slaves.
Afraid of death
Small. Bounded
Contracted
Bereft.
So speaks
The Beggar Queen
Lady of Instinct
Dressed in next
To nothing
But pride,
Defiance,
Sun touched and
Sugar blushed
Riot.
Crowned with
Glowing Hair
Jeweled eyes
Opened Wide
Drinking light and
Feasting Night.
So speaks She
Who loves Life
And welcomes Death
Who loves Death
And welcomes Life
Who opens wide
Her long legs
And welcomes Fate
Impregnate
Her sacred womb
With monsters
And Saviors
With Heroes,
And Liars,
Debasers
And Thieves:
Whatsoever please
The ravening
unraveling
Nature of Things.