The message of the Oracle today was unexpected. I would say she has en election on her mind.
Bald as death in the egg
spilling dark honey into the light mist-pale
are those bitter words (not truth)
driven by ambition and greed.
You would deny the music of the moon
the singing of the stars
claim the sky rains stones
and monsters swim in the deeps.
You will watch the screen nodding sagely
lips whispering agreement at the vitriol
that eats away the fabric of the seat where you sit
and see nothing
while the grip tightens of fist
crushing bone and squeezing out the life blood
and you chant its praise in hollow voices
proud of your new faith.
Why can you not see the petals drifting
smell the scent of roses see the majesty
of the storm that rolls on the hills
swallowing the wind and spitting out pips of silver hail?
Sun woman cradles the black of night
like a mother birthing red dusk and red dawn
calling us to wake together, see the infant world