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
