Song of Hecate
(to be read uproariously)
let birds out of cages!
let bitches bitch!
and dogs be dogs
screech and moan to the moon
let crows de-feet the plastic surgeons
and cry “faarck” to the open sky
we will have age in all her beauty.
rivers of tears and mountains of groaning
the seas are thick with my blood
and yet I live with every baby’s first cry
to cleanse the earth of the sins of adam
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I am old – so old: and yet
methinks this is the dawn of time
from the deepest caverns of earth
the cry goes forth
“no! no! no more!
until the final “no” has been uttered.
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… all is still under the fullest moon.
now the great “yes” arises
out of the sea …
Bridget McKern 1993
in PaGaian Cosmology: Re-inventing Earth-based Goddess Religion, p. 267
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