God: “You look dejected, my good woman.
– Barkeep, a restorative for the young lady. –
What troubles you so?”
I weary of languishing in forgotten cupboards.
It grieves me deeply.
I long to be of service.”
God: “How can that be?
I have commanded my people to honor you!”
Serpent: “Ah, yesssss. But was I not cursssed
for invoking her name?”