Sometimes the Eyes are Enough

What a woman knows, she tells slant.
Let men and the sun spill everything.
The moon, too, keeps secrets.
Birds broadcast their news all day.

Let men and the sun spill everything,
boast with bold voices and sharp light.
Birds broadcast their news all day –
romance, danger, squabbles for food.

Boasting with bold voices and sharp light,
the gods tell and retell stories
of romance, danger, squabbles for power.
Even our sweetest prayers are tinged with fear.

The gods write and revise stories,
humans cast in the supporting roles,
even our sweetest prayers tinged with fear.
The subjugated grow crafty with codes.

Cast in a supporting role,
the moon keeps silver secrets.
The subjugated grow crafty with codes.
What a woman knows, she tells slant.