Sharing a poem from an High School friend who is a pretty interesting person.

Poetry by
Becca Tzigany

DANCE OF BAUBO

by Becca Tzigany

Come gather ‘round, Sisters

I’ve something to say

No more biting my tongue

No more cause for delay.

For eons and eons

We’ve been stirring the stew

And cleaning up messes

When everyone was through

Are we dumb as a dishrag?

Is that what they thought?

Well, who changed their diapers

And scrubbed off their snot?

Now these overgrown children

In their contest of pissing

Hoard all their marbles

While we’re just subsisting.

Throwing lines on a round world

Dividing it to the last nth

Spreading rods, sticks, and missiles

And sharpening their flints

They’ve used up their sandbox

It is time to come home

We can unruffle them

And soothe their cockscomb

Give them a chance to recall

That they came through the Mother

So together we can straighten out

Their warmongering clutter

We have a secret weapon

For the planetary agenda:

Let’s lift up our skirts

And celebrate our pudenda!

Let the heart beat the rhythm

To swivel our hips

And hear the womb wisdom

That comes through our lips

Shimmy like an earthquake

Squat like a toad

Croon the inner ardor

‘Till we’re oo’ed, ah’ed, and oh’ed!

From the juice of our yonis

And the sweat off our tits

Flows a salve of creation

That can heal the Earth’s splits

Since the music is rising

– This is our chance –

Our bodies are channeling

Baubo’s hoary dance.

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