Goddess of the Great Place Below

God’s left-hand lady

she casts no friendly eye

even upon her minions

- the spawn of her violent passions

her fifth column, posted at all murky corners

to work her subversive ends.

 

Executioner, Midwife, she!

The happy-ending brigades

cannot face her unfunny face.

It is purply-black

 with crimson eyes and curly lips

 many breasted

she stalks the solar reaches, invisible…

…yet her presence is felt like a weight

radioactive, deadly, potent

as she slices her way

through the soft flesh of space

swift, surgical, bloodied

- her lofty, long-term grail

beyond the comprehension of earth-bound reasons

mind-bound rules of fairness, niceness, et al.

 

She is the dark womb of the future

fecund, brooding, hostile

where archetypal things stir

and the ugly, the inhuman dwell.

She is the Deliverer of the Androgyne

- evolution’s full-grown man-thing -

of which we are but the harbingers:

Aquarius’ shouter in the wilderness

with Chiron as the key

- via the acceptance in our gut.