When I am most maligned
she is there
When decisions turn their backside from vanity
she is there
All the women I have celebrated
they are there
Abandoning their grand gestures
only to wince at my misdeeds
All for all…a minefield of sugar
and…
black ice
Gathered are the sketched images
Coven upon everlasting coven
Wordsmiths deep in thoughtful art
Miners for truth be told
