And yet your voice shall lie to me
In the measured tone that you
for those who do not understand
who never did.
While the noose slides out
Buried unknown are lives
In infamy, your lust has finally shown them the blackness of metal chains.
The conscience finally sighs of peace.
With many more who now smile back
And those who said they were angry at a woman being torn,
Eaten, one piece at a time
Will now be happy, anxious even,
Awaiting the next swing
The next chop
The next kill
The next lie
The next dead bit of flesh.
I hear that mellowed voice
That gently praises me
For I am a Goddess of life,
While I grow swollen with more lies
More lies than a lifetime could gather.
And the gentle reproach
I can feel for being grotesque.
I did stink a while, I am afraid,
Reeked of rebellion, refusal, hate.
I have tried washing myself ‘till my skin was raw.
Brushed my teeth till I spat blood in the bowl
And yet that unclean remains
Like a gnawing tooth in my brains
And yet the final blood takes hold.
The lies and all
All of you who point at me
Hold me prone and feed me lies
Know that the unclean remains
I’ll never be the same again.