I gazed into the eyes of Evil

and kissed her –

A matrimony in Boston,

Wed beneath the sky’s pearl,

Her lace interwoven into my

Suit, white rose boutonniere,

To vow on Plato’s tenth muse –

Absent from the maker’s eyes,

Ignorance forbade their judgement –

So we sipped liquid rubies, and

Rejected names gifted to us –

She rebirthed Virtue, I endorsed –

But we swallowed cursed fruit

All-knowing, bleeding veracity,

Staining all white a cardinal –

I choked on seeds with Virtue

and veiled her –

Enticed by pitiful choking,

I was exposed to the maker, 

Their tongue berated, a bayonet –

They howled a tempest

So I retched my spite –

In hallucinations, they witnessed

My skin sprout scales

While black slits gaped in

My bloodshot, serpentine eyes,

Yet reality presented a contrast –

Beneath lace, my Virtue presented 

a labrys; matches; manuka;

I torched the maker’s cathedral

And cracked the alter in two –

We cradled candles so close

Their crosses burned black, and

The maker wailed; I hear you, mother –

Yet I am too enraged to care.

We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.