To Hekate

I sing of Hekate,
three–faced crazy witch Goddess
dancing at the crossroads
with nooses in one set of hands,
blazing torches in the next,
and clutching snakes with her last.
Hear my cries and inspire this song
you who have witnessed rapes
and beheadings and bulls bleeding out roses,
O mystery–shrouded girlfriend of the vagabond,
charlatan, word–weaving, cattle–stealing priest
—Hermes, slayer of the many–eyed watcher of marriage’s Goddess.