brittle hips and your
strong convictions,
your loud-mouth loose-lips
slander
cannot stay a Tide;
nothing can
save the moon and stars
(but they are not moving far
any time soon).

are We
to you
something more
than a breeding sow
or a
*****?
more than your pride
and you warn Us be
careful,
careful!  Bride,
do not pull the veil from
over Your curious eyes.

you cannot sit pretty and
assume yourselves god-kings
for much longer;
lend your ear to the Rabble and Rumble.
you cannot dazzle the
Stars
with rings and
shining things,

for themselves They are
resplendent.