By Audre Lorde
Plentiful sacrifice and believers in redemption
are all that is needed
so any day now I expect
some new religion
to rise up like tear gas
from the streets of New York
erupting like the rank pavement smell
released by a garbage truck's
baptismal drizzle.
HIgh priests are ready and waiting
their incense pans full of fire
I do not know their rituals
nor what name of the god
the survivors will worship
I only know she will be terrible
and very busy
and very old.
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