POEM: The Dark Sister
I do not stand in Her shadow: I am Her Shadow.
She is the throne and I am the house.
She is the giver of life and I am the welcomer of the dead
She is the grieving madonna and I am the hysterical whore
She is piteous and I am maudlin
She is white and gold and rose and blue
I am red and black and red and red and red
Behind Isis, Nephthys. Behind Tara, Vajrayogini.
Behind Mary of Nazareth, Mary of Magdala.
I am red and red and red and red and red.
I am black. I am empty. I am ashes.
I am the cast-off mother of the unacknowledged child
Who will never inherit the throne or call the house his own.
He can only come and go, obedient as a hound,
At his brother’s will. She can only throw off her veil
And dance in the broad daylight, beneath a searing sun,
Because no one dares look at her. I am the dark mother
Of the unremembered daughter, Nebt-Het, Melinoe,
Sara la Kali, red and black and bloody and beautiful.
Honor me, or you have not honored all the goddesses.
Honor me, or the Beautiful Boy is without his bride.