Agana-Vadoma

Our luxuries wane, and freedoms fade,

when the fabric comes unglued.

Quick come the Lares

when we wage war upon ourselves.

blood-sisters driven to madness

beyond elder mediation

aggressions loom onward.

not until a turn of the page

had the Lares come screaming

spirits to the borderlines

as enraged

as any Bean-sidhe or Lilitu

when descendants reject

their own geographic ancestry

revealed through the arts

of prophesy

And with her hair on fire,

and blood from her lips

that Materfamilias of natural law,

Agana Vadoma,

the ravenous Queen of the Earth

perhaps once a prophetess herself,

draped in the cloth of our fore-mothers

stood as fresh

as bone and flesh

a testament to the ferocity

of the guardians at the gate.

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