Sister, perverse mother, warrior aunt.

Excavating your elongated skull.

Proto-Neolithic. Bone-like bouffant.

Your queer bones. Were my ancestors hostile

when they first met you? Scared of the Other?

I come from a long line of primitive

hunters and gatherers. We turned trader,

farmer, and afraid. You could be massive,

berserk, lascivious if you wanted.

Now you’re gone, leaving only your ruined

skull, claws and myth. I live with mystery

all the time, but you confuse me. Your blood

is not mine, yet I love what others shunned,

be you fiend or saint, friend or enemy.