The Crone is Here

Crone consciousness burns hot today.

Her righteous roar

Calls, “Blood in the streets.”

She is mightily armed

With phones bearing witness and

Songs holding neighbors close.

Hers is the language

Of organized community

And organic love.

Her consciousness

is grounded in the earth,

not the esoteric,

not the terror of badge and bullets.

The crone is here, bringing food to the fearful,

And fear to the powerful.

She is not going back.

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