Surrounded,
in this smoky bar,
by the scepters,
lost in apathy
and ether and wine,
my arms flattened,
my whiskey far,

when suddenly
Inanna appears.

Immortal Inanna.
White marvel Inanna.
Inanna with the signs
laid out in her hands.
Sandals on her feet
twigs on her forehead.
A measuring tape in one hand,
a wide gold bell
gripped by the other.
Inanna with bright
Lapis lazuli eyes.

Inanna who burns
as she walks in hell.