Dear End of the World: A Poem to Chinnamasta

  Illustatration from Awakening Shakti

Illustatration from Awakening Shakti

Chinnamasta

by Colleen Choate

I.
the ocean herself
turns black
is aroused and
pressed to me
sweat
only ebbing inwards
to let our fierce
sticky fingers
dip low into the
Earth
and grow old
such multitudes


II.
Dear End of the World,
this is our time
sticky as a mango
ever turning
tides and spurting
with destruction
but I feed the ones
who come with me
Chinnamasta
turning fierce
all we asked for was
soft dewy spaces
maybe mangos
eyes heavy
soft skin pressed
like dried flowers
rage absorbed back
here we hold heads
heavy of all sizes


III.
destroyer Goddess
cuts off her own head
skill in action
becoming hungry
in our little death
destruction is natural
the itch starts, the rash
yielding under
soft and dew
like agave
skin turns black
tired of taking
you have done

your best


IV.
nectar fingers sweet
where the neck
clavicles, all tense
eating a mango
armpits, elbows,
reaching
warm against
becoming full
cuts off her own head
feeds herself and
our hungry mouths
she had to churn

the world


V.
Chinnamasta
fierce and tender
sliding forever down
in rage and still
feeds us with her blood
returning into some
nectar of
the river

destroyer of worlds,
do not fear
your actions
we all contain
things mutate

on your tongue
let me turn red
slide sideways
the green leaves
the ground to feed


VI.
to fall through
lips
sweet as

begging for a snack
floating in the river
fierce nurturer

watching the rain
with the sweetness
for transformation

(Chinnamasta is a Hindu Goddess whose name translates to “She Whose Head is Cut Off”)

Maria Borghoff