by Kevin T McEneaney
Ister, Ishtar, fertility goddess
from ancient-dust Mesopotamia,
emblem of rabbits with fluttering doves
amid raw-rutting heat of lusty love,
that foolish wisdom of wanderlust love
eyed by the sun above and eyes of night
in secret or in open-river sight,
replaced now by Resurrection Easter
where hatted ladies adore lily scent
while wild children chomp chocolate bunnies,
run screaming through the floor-trembling house
battling bey-blades on wooden kitchen floor.
These furies of Ister run amuck:
Up-down staircase, Eastering in their heart.
