With churning rhythms, this poem alludes to geopolitical turmoil and speaks of longing for ‘kinder’ powers to rule our world
The Snake Goddess of Crete
I cannot grasp your high status apron
(your pretty little pinny) in my hands to
blow my nose and wipe my eyes as
of a child of yours and wash away this
here-now world and find a maybe
kinder variant. It’s like this you see —
I don’t much care for the 21st century.
