She is divine, She who named the Planets

Arrows ground into her heart

And sand sank into her eyes

Blinding her and deafening her

Like a heavy wind

Thrashing her from side to side,

An odd and rhythmless

Dance

But she knew the Wind

And the Sand

And even the Arrows transformed into

Snakes

And twinned with her hair

Becoming a part of her

And she stapled the Sky with

Stone and plated it in

Bronze

And called it Her’s

And the Wind called only

Her name

And She named it back

Calling it

A name so potent

That now

It only speaks to Her dance

And Her skin

And the throb of blood through Her

Temples

And the men can’t understand that

The arrows they shot

And the sand they threw

Were less potent than the

Whiskey they use to

Dream at Night