The Goddesses
janine canan
Every being is immortal, says the first Goddess.
May demons not crouch on your chest, says the second.
Eyes of the third Goddess well with tenderness.
The fourth radiates young life.
Very very hard, utters the fifth.
More work to be done -- says the sixth -- first sit in the sun.
The seventh delights, Is your heart broken?
The eighth bursts with righteous indignation.
The ninth will not judge.
Tenth Goddess cries, I'm coming!
The eleventh sighs, There is nothing to be done.
Beyond this pain, coos the twelfth, are treasures.
Everything, proclaims the thirteenth Goddess,
is perfect as it is.
