Any day now

Any day now

I expect

the great mother goddess

to rise in revolt

in this ancient land

that she has nurtured

with her breath and milk and love

whose rivers carry her blood-benediction

whose very earth is her body

in her we all exist…

Any day now

I expect

the great mother goddess

to shrug off her benevolence

and turn against her children

a terrible beauty

astride a rampaging tiger

or perhaps

the old crone

who dances death

any time now…

For, hasn’t she taken offence

at far less provocation

than presented by

scarred wombs

from which

have been ripped out

her own emanations

stopped from being born

because they are

what she is — female?

Any time now

I expect

the great mother goddess

of this ancient land

to fill the breasts

of us ordinary women

with her divine rage

her unstoppable courage

and then we, her daughters

will rise

ululating and angry

adorned in red

millions of mother goddesses

carrying our emanations

 in ironclad wombs…

Then perhaps

this massacre of innocents

will stop?