She wasn't just pretty I could see that something else was there Between those painted toes and shiny things in her hair She was more than that When I fell asleep Her multiple arms held me firm And I knew there was no escape From that embrace She is more than us She showed me wonders I could never have imagined Worlds I couldn't have dreamed: truth, no less She is: [atomic petrochemical genocidal bad news] She is: [consumer oriented globalized and inhuman] She is: [her name is hidden under layers of layers and pseudonyms] [But I know her well] Dance Sing I sleep like a baby In her many arms While she strides across the battlefield Dancing, singing, feeding