Dancing With Ma
By Victory Lee Schouten

Kali Ma's necklace of skulls
slaps against her breasts.
Stunned by her fury,
I watch the goddess dance.

Her bare feet kick,
stomp up a storm
of dust and dread.
She smiles into my eyes,

leaps for my throat,
howling my name.
Puppet on tangled strings,
my legs twitch and jerk.

Let the sweat fly
and the blood flow,
we¹ll never be more dead
than we are now.

Rattle the bones,
dance the dance,
keep the spell molten,
plunge into the trance.

Boundaries dissolve
and Spirit ignites.

She and I both know
nothing is ever over.


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