They thought I was a lamb
And then a virgin
They saw me as a harp
And the strings strummed
The mothers said I'd kill their children
Their husbands their pastors their god and their daughters
The mother said I'd crack every angel statue
Smear myself on every crisp white cloud
Every white dress white linen
White gold white eyes
The mothers said I'd kill every single garden
Sparkling with dew in the morning sunrise
I killed the silent dissonance between their thighs
They need me
I am their twisting snake