song of the council
the name of our
wisdom is wine and dance
and silence -
the name of the great hunger
is the same -
the goddess of wisdom
is always alone,
and always drunk
and always she feels
the far-off rhythm of the unknown
teasing her pride, binding
her tongue, releasing
the voices of her listening blood -
we'll protect her aloneness
and shield her silence,
her words do creep strange ways -
