from "The Mahavidya Suite: Poetry of the Divine Feminine"

Kali slit the throat of every bandit,

gorged on their open necks

and drank every drop of the blood-pour out therefrom ---

then she spoke with a sharp tongue;

I am

beloved Kālarātri, the black and eternal night,

and I am beauty itself

in its uttermost and quantum essence

for there is a silver lining to every murder

and there is a beauty in every act of rape -

and I am this.