Tlachtga

I sit here on Samhain,

awaiting Phyllis to go

oddball vampire on my

right arm, that’s the one

she likes to draw from anyway…

 

And I’m there for the boos,

but I wish it was actual booze…

 

the sly fox tells me to go

all the way, and yet sadly,

I cannot because my body

decided to say f**k you

to me half a year ago…

 

and that’s the truly scary scory

that’s afflicting my life right now…

 

the brown bag hanging off

the abdomen is only the beginning…

 

and yet..

and yet…

 

the man appears to be the epitome

of normalcy, unlike the druid priestess

that was gravid with triplets when she

returned to the emerald isle…

 

that Simon Magus is a sonofabitch, isn’t he?

 

but that’s what the Christian colonizers wanted,

the subversion of indigenous spirituality for

salvific bullshit from men that love empire

more than humankind…

 

and yet, somehow,

through universal grace maybe,

her mythos lives on in place names

on the isle that birthed her and her sons…

 

Tlachtga on the hilltop,

Dorb, Cumma and Muach

on the plains…

 

the cultural memory remains

even though it was forgotten

for a multitude of centuries…

 

and yet, the disease of hierarchy

reins down on the sacred feminine

because for some reason

agriculture caused the c**k

of insecurity to rise up from

the nethers that humankind

never knew existed before…

 

and now the current society

in this, the current year, is

diseased, rotten to the core,

and yet it ambles on and

rambles on like a zeppelin

resistant to x-ray vison…

 

and the man currently fighting

the colon scourge is no different

than the men caught in scandal

before now and into the future…

 

the supposedly stronger sex subverting

the supposedly weaker sex since

time immemorial…

 

in any way it could have and would have,

should have went out with the other

contents in the chamber pot…

 

and that’s why Tlachtga and

her offspring went the way

of Betamax and Blu-Ray…

 

but things may be changing

for the better, the land of

Eire has broken ties with Rome

and has rebounded from the

infernal iron fist from the land

of Andrew and Churchill…

 

and the weaker sex has made

strides to be the stronger sex

once again…

 

live on Tlachtga,

live on indeed!