You look sad, Auntie. We’re shadows, azure-
eyed, made from lust and stardust and despise
blood and afterbirth. Fools fear our power
to peel off our pelts. Fools fear change, disguise,
the way floods deform and do not deform
dry earth. But, Auntie, what use are nightmares
if you can wake up? Why try to transform
when we can slaughter? We don’t need more snares
Fools keep slipping free from. Call Onibaba.
She’s a friend. She has farseeing vision
and short cruel knives. Fools call her, “Hag with Tusks
and Fangs Chitter-Chatting in her Vulva.”
Fools fear her carnage; her love of carrion;
how she sucks both down to their very husks.
In Japanese folklore Onibaba is a female demon.