Uncategorized17 Feb 2020 10:50 am
Lorraine Schein
On my way to the next Millennium
I passed Christ blessing a witches' coven,
circle-dancing in Jerusalem’s Old City.
The hordes of the dead had risen up,
shielding their multi-clustered eyes
from further genetic warfare.
I saw the Dark Goddess, Kali
and Green Tara, the Compassionate One,
locked in battle, many-handed,
each hand wielding a sword
that fought the others senselessly.
My eyes stung from the dirty red wind
blowing nuclear waste
through our glow-tainted cities,
burning with designer plagues.
I heard the muted prophecies of Prozac,
the new Cassandra rescorned.