The Entire Scorpion
Isis would go in the stream.  I beheld Her figure and facet and led her in that day We played in the water and splashed, us two I recited her praise, sharp like the cactus too I ensnared her in my plot but she fired An arrow right at my heart but us together The sight of her left me breathless also The pain of her thrusts was actually more of a Disdain to me.  The day was more warm than Any other time.  We would go back to the stream Of my goddess, as I remembered it A bull saw us, grew restless as it left its pen
This was Isis, the Entire Scorpion,
And how she became our culture in my dad's town
It was all of the upmost importance.