Sitting on the mantle, pillars all around
The oracle gives her babbling lecture
Full of words, negligible, notorious is she
Her words can give the gift of victory or defeat
Out of the mists, the enigma of her visions
Pour forth until they are exhausted.
Her arms flail, she weeps, she moans,
She screams her warning in hoarse tones
And like a sly cat, meows her blessings
Overcome by poison, speaking the gods’ dictation,
Or the ramblings of a woman in mental disarray
She is held in highest esteem and brought gifts
Her words, Truth, so known in ancient days,
Today she would be shunned as a madwoman.