Chthonic Triolets
Astarte
Goddesses are not
benign.
We love blood, and we will kill.
We will turn you into swine.
(Goddesses are not benign.)
Each cries out Revenge is mine!
From men’s skulls we sip and swill.
Goddesses are not benign.
We love blood, and we will kill.
Ask Actaeon what he found
When he saw Diana bare.
Torn apart by his own hound -
Ask Actaeon what he found -
Ask what heads Astarte bound
To her hands by dripping hair -
Ask Actaeon what he found
When he saw Diana bare.
Ashteroth is out for blood,
Kali, Durga want the same.
We were there before the flood
(Ashteroth is out for blood);
From the world of primal mud
Ravening Demeter came.
Ashteroth is out for blood,
Kali, Durga want the same.
Where our altars used to stand,
leave your offerings and go.
We are taking things in hand.
Where our altars used to stand,
we shed curses on the land
that dares abuse our power so.
Where our altars used to stand,
leave your offerings and go.
Gail White
If you have any
thoughts about this poem, Gail White
would be pleased to hear them
