Mary, I have the Book Of The Law Ancient mysteries, and patience; As my blood becomes blue I get colder, slower, older Transforming from day into night I can feel the moon pushing up The small of my back, and stars latching Onto hair and nail, as I pale In comparison to you, and what you Did to my brothers with love and work You brought them to their knees With war, and distrust -- Going - - From mother, to Isis, in a swallowing snap Of fang, and crocodile death roll Sucking all filament from marrow Your moan turned tomorrow.