The single breasted goddess roars

The oracle of the Goddess Kali roars,

Draped in red, clean shaven,

Unlocked hair long and dropping down;

Sickle- curved sword and rattling anklet

In either hands.

Drenched in sweats the oracle roars.

Presses the sword against his head

Hammers violently with the anklet.

Profusely bleeds, the oracle

Collects blood in his hand

Throws with a shriek

Toward the towering peepul tree

Whose leaves bathed in the purple

Of the setting sun

Shiver like million flames.

The oracle of the village temple roars.

In the slumbering depth of minds

Of the village folk collected

The hilarious laughter

Of the Goddess of the forgotten past,

Of the downtrodden and the neglected,

Of the unleashed strength of womanhood.

The oracle of the black Goddess roars.

Kannaki stands on the threshold

Of the grand palace of Madurai.

Plucks her left breast in fury; hurls,

Violent explosion;

The royal court crumbles,

A flame the city reduces to ashes.

The single breasted goddess roars.