the visitor, a white sow

a bouquet of corn stalks

coming by and hanging out

the red river breaking off

into trickling streams flowing

dripping violent cascades

propelled by gravity

the laws of the universe

apply now strictly enforced

we are only allowed to whisper

to say the name brings

with it a punch to the gut

strong men crumble despite

testosterone and arrogance

make jokes dismissing the sacred

the rite of ceridwen hangs

low in the night sky

a knowledge of ancient magic

bubbling pushing expelling

out with the old

in with the new

it’s the tides

breathing

up and down

round and round

the cave swept clean of debris

no longer needed for food

no life inside for years

still fueling intuition

the ability

to create

to grow

to feed

to protect

deep inside is the power

of life itself encapsulated

in the red pear shaped space

hibernation over waking in the place

rejuvenation of the body

the relighting of the feminine

is not always lovely a stroll

through the wild wisteria

also causing shivering moments

of orgasmic joy and release

the business of blasphemous

propaganda setting fires

to the bodies of the unfortunate

members homogametic gender

a chasm between the woman

and the power of the moon

the power of the flowing waters

feminine hygiene of poison sanitation

plastic and bleach and astringents

inserted, strapped down, suffocating

purchased to keep it at bay

a social abstract handed out

the masses willingly smile

while being robbed and fucked over

screaming the lies tied in pretty bows

word for word-verbatim of advertising

making money for those detached

subliminal messages removing

the ability of access and wonderment

most reject the visitor’s promises

slamming steel doors in her face

the crone of ancient knowledge

transforming from hound to otter to hawk

soaring up again looking back

she nods her head despite

nativities of the young

her eyes twinkle brightly

watching as she encourages

until metamorphosis complete