Goddess Kali

I am the glorious Goddess, Goddess Kali. I bring things to an end, then I bring things to be. My eyes can be golden, blessing each birth or they can turn black as I’m singing a dearth. I enter a crowd and emerge a mob. Death to all innocence, the cradle I rob. Kissing the brow of the poet’s eyes I would share my language, share my cries. Kali the destroyer and creator of life She signs our fate with the toss of a knife Kali the creator, the poet’s first muse. Born again soon, she’s the form I would choose.