She wasn't just pretty I could see that something else was there Between those painted toes and shiny things in her hair She was more than that When I fell asleep Her multiple arms held me firm
And I knew there was no escape From that embrace She is more than us She showed me wonders I could never have imagined Worlds I couldn't have dreamed: truth, no less
She is: atomic petrochemical genocidal bad news She is: consumer oriented globalized and inhuman She is: her name is hidden under layers of layers and pseudonyms But I know her well
Dance Sing
I sleep like a baby In her many arms While she strides across the battlefield Dancing, singing, feeding