Oh, do you see her?
Queen of the Heavens on the moon,
Carried over oceans into India,
Seduced by their gods and their heathen monsoons.
How well, how obediently they received her,
But, Maria, there's an elephant head in your womb.
Oh, they believed in her.
Carved her idol into rock
Over time, and they married her to Shiva.
On their knees, they begged her undrown their crops.
Oh Lady, Lady Dolorosa,
Many-armed, many-nippled mother of God,
Santa Maria, Santa Lakshmi of the ponds,
Forgot where she came from.
Out in Nirvana, she was lost.
Draped in rosaries of jasmine,
Bhoodevi, adorned, exiled at the foot of the cross,
Where she wept in ivory and silver 'til
Her child was reborn on a lotus plant.
Do you see her? Lost in a saffron-scented joy,
Eastern Maria, nursing a blue-skinned baby boy.