Triple Threat
New poem by M. Magee
These girls.
These women.
These Goddesses.
All telling stories
Like tender snowflakes
All part of a raging storm
They call to me
And to you
And to all of us
DO Something
SAY Something
Rage! Die! Kill! Scream!
Don’t let the mean ones in
Don’t let the nice ones out
Don’t let me out
Or in
Or both
Rage against the machine.
Rage
Such an awesome word
And Death
Tracing snow-angels after the storm
One, Two, Three
Angels in a row
Delicate
Simple
Beautiful
All Her Stories left there
Three dead snow-angels
These girls
These women
These Goddesses
