she is dried out like the desert she is famished, all but vanished by design and her hide out is her cactus heart her own hand grenade, a barricade of spines the sands of time repeating she’s seen suffering before her future takes a beating for some man, some god, some war she is minding her own business steadfastly building castles of sand when she is blinded by a raging son who demolishes and calls it all his land those poor holy rolling soldiers’ plights they can’t live without their virgins and whores to lift their strengths and spirits to fight for some man, some god, some war we are sucking out the venom of poisonous scorpions and snakes we are bucking this ecosystem til our mother’s deserts are our daughter’s lakes oh, wondrous, thunderous women together too loud to ignore no more curtsies at the mercy of some man, some God, some war
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