"In her lotus like hand she holds
the severed head of the creator of the world
She smiles and sounds satisfied
She devours the mover of the entire universe
Like limp darbha* grass
she holds the bodies of
eternally dark Vishnu and Shiva
I meditate upon Bhadrakali
glowing like new clouds
standing upon a corpse."

(*a type of grass native to India used in sacred rites.)