Kali

I have stood before your cigarettes,

Watched the flakes settle on your pen;

My nakedness under your skyscrapers

Now laughs at your limp tie.

Your snakes cannot scare me,

Your sword I have seen through,

The pistol that you hold

Had wished that I died but I didn’t.

Keep the iron rod ready

As after I crush your tower

My lips which played the flute

Will chew your snakes

And I will wipe them clean with your limp tie

And your blood will be my lipstick.