Queen Boa

Strong She is
Beyond all science
Giving Birth
By HerSelf
To HerSelf
That's right,
By, of and to HerSelf.
Scientists all a flutter
How did She do that?
They queried…
Oh no! they say,
Now our theories
Don't work.
How did She do that?
But the males were there, they exclaim!
OMG, they say.
She didn't choose them.
She chose HerSelf.
Twenty-two female babies
Growing inside of her,
Because She said so it is.
Born of her body
By HerSelf.
Oh no! say the puzzled scientists
Classically
Scratching their heads,
Hoping that as if by doing so,
Like Zeus, something remarkable would emerge.
We haven't seen this before!
WW chromosome little girl boas.
They thought they knew it all,
But She has shown them Mystery in her cage.
Her daughters, her little sisters,
Born a different color never before seen
By the cage makers.
How did She do that all by HerSelf?
She is the silent face of magic--
Unknowable by microscope and uncontainable
By cage.
The quiet fierce feminine is here as
She slithers, wrapping her yellow-gold body
Around HerSelf in elegant coils
While little tawny essenced girl boas
Climb under and through the vast coiled being of their
Mother's great body.
Oh, Great Queen Boa,
You give all a chance to witness
Your great movement,
Your great momentum,
Your great Presence that comes before science.
But how, they queried again and again...
It's my ssssssssecret, she silently says with her shiny yellow-gold marble eyes,
As her tongue pierces the air.