O General, O Honeybee
put down your weapons and follow me
the war is over and you have won
but now the battle has just begun
One for the tent peg you put in his head
and two for the violence that happens in bed
and three for the children that you’ll never have
and four for the girl that you were
and 10,000 men
and all that I wanted
was to see you again
and Sisera’s slaves
and a glass of warm milk
on Sisera’s grave.
Sometimes I live in the desert
and sometimes I live in the sea
and sometimes I look in the mirror
and I cant stand the face that I see
And so when the enemy came to my door
and begged me to take him inside
part of me wanted to save him
as I drew the curtains aside.
An ancient story of beauty, violence, and milk. About Yael and Deborah (Judges 4-5).