Whip of God

Lupine gathering
Bequeathed
Salacious opera
Your call faithful,
Howling at the moon _ not _ 
Taring my faulty soul apart. 

Thrown to the serpents a tigress,
Warrior-woman, a saint, 
Telling our stories, gracious,
Tales of the lost and found. 

Moment of cascading fang-riddles,
Truth of the hearts healing with poison, 
Through lacerations bleeding I share my collectables,
Fresh tears wept for a broken heart.