American Isis Poem by Patti Masterman

She took herself away
To where we could never find her,
Borne along by her words-
Her whole life sad in singing.

Where her mind flowed
Was a darker stream,
Her life distilled in books-
But she'd had all she wanted.

A husband of unreason,
In another woman's bed:
American Isis, not enough for him-
So she pitched in early.

They argued all her words
As though it still mattered
Could never let her go-
That bastion, of women.

I climbed colossal brows
To look into her eyes
And found it just a monument-
She took herself away.