Monday, January 14, 2013

Dionysus (Poem)


Dionysus,
Twice-born god,
Descend on us;
Tie this town in knots;
With your ivy and grape vines
Turn these Puritans to swine.

Dionysus,
God of night-time song,
Possess us;
Like your thrysus-bearing throng
We will tear the Galileans
Limb from bloody limb;
In the charnel-house they pray in
We will make a dull scene grim.