The Dark Goddess

The Dark Goddess With the four hands And with traditional arms, A sinner-head and a sword And others And a snake, Wearing a wreath of sinner-heads And the tongue held in shame As for trampling Shiva under feet, Who lying down on the way to make Her trample As for the lessening of anger, As for calming down, The image of the idol. The idol pitch-dark, dark black, The eyes full of glare, The red tongue out of the mouth, The crescent on the forehead And also with a red spot And the drooping third eye, Vermillion in the parting line of the hair, The hair black and waist-long, Maybe She in an ethnic and racial face, A native, tribal and aboriginal facet, But the face strangely beautiful, A beauty indeed to mark The mystery indescribable.