Homage
I.
Dionysos once lived in my flesh,
but the abdicated god
now haunts me,
demands my adulation
what loss in forsaking wine,
the elixir of poets?
my blood once flowed as merlot,
rich and chocolaty,
but now I am stone
II.
morning light is caustic,
a poison to dreams
night might offer
I once sought truth
in the fluid of grapes
never did I realize
that moonglow was a poison
I ate pomegranates
hoping for illumination
that never arrived
III.
Day into night : night
into day : undone
and covered in cobwebs
the dark god haunts me,
demands my recognition,
and in his voice
I hear
the deep need of shadows
IV.
can the poet ever be free
from the source?
can voice arise from the throat
in the absence of wine?
kicking in the door
I demand a place
at the altar,
an audience with immortality
V.
A whisper : the warm tongue
speaks in syllables of hope
morning light : loss is bone
crushed beneath the weight of truth
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