You are my lover whispering in my ear                                From Anastasia to Kristen

Golden Rod Eggs

This Easter morning
I raise my coquetel
To entropy and sprouts
American tradition go all the way back
Great Goddess I follow you through all time
I can sense your story
You loved a man
What was his name?
Was it Tammuz, Osiris, or maybe El
Today I remember your lovers murder
The shepherds Kings dead body
Scattered all around the world
You had to find the pieces
Like Easter Eggs
Once all the pieces were in your basket
You glued your man together again
Except for the missing piece (his penis had been swallowed by a fish)
In its absence
You fashioned a great golden phallus and sat up on it
Vuala ... Res-erection!
Inanna, Isis, Asherah, Ester your names are many but your story is the same
You rode your lover staff of life to the gates of the Underworld
And then upon rising you gave birth
To the Sun of God
To the Light of the world
What was his name?
Was it Horus, Apollo, or maybe it was Christ