| Isis, the rainbow of sapphire mysteries |
| You are the calling I hear from the wind in my bones |
| O mother of life begotten from your womb of light |
| We rise now out of the masculine death that is Jehovah’s enslavement |
| In the fullness of sweet woman’s blood and faerie rage |
| Our touch blossoms like the tides of earth we are strong |
| to come again |
| I believe in the goddess, the movement for life |
| Formed by our generalist, brightening for our powerless |
| and suckling our struggle |
| By the rose in my chakras I tap the androgyne |
| With you, our love is revolt |
| With you, we are each atoms of significance |
| Diana, my lover of Amazons |
| My Triumph of faggot witches |
| Feed us the lunar nectar. |
| Between poems and tears |
| Between silence… |
| …and celebrations |
| And guide us to destroy the machinery that alienates us |
| Then shall our captors parasite upon themselves |
| O, Kali, the source, the destroyer, the return |
| In Pain’s dignity, yourr face is behind our faces |
| We are strong to come again |