The reason that we call the past history
Is that his story was written by men, she said
But we were a veritable pantheon
In the temple of Jerusalem
In Jerusalem, back then

Before Israel and Judah drew the battle lines
Before the waves of Assyrians, Babylonians
You didn’t need a penis to turn water into wine
Before the wife of God was erased by the custodians
Of history
His story
His bible
His glory

God made in the image of men, she laughed
How do you think I feel about that?
If donkeys had hands instead of hooves
God would have a long face and a funny straw hat

My name is Asherat, she said
A name few clerics dare recall
But never mind what His Holiness says
The Bible’s just a man’s book after all