Bacchanalia
Did arrive the fawns with horn resound
After fared was paid
Docetic shapes emerged forth the ground
Cornerstones got laid
‘Cuz Dr. Bacchus and his wife
(Astrologically Virgin)
Had exited this foreign life
And faced themselves as surgeons
Scalpels circulated bout the air
And pain bisected without care
To find there was nothing in the middle
“And though the spiders itched us as riddles,
Still was planned the wedding feast
Which had taken place upon Swiss Alps.
From our hearts had come the yeast
Which bubbled our absent doubts,
And we knew——we saw who would be there!
A list of names too long to write:
As many heads as they’re our hairs——
My husband and Vierge’s bride.
Our Lord was peaked just ‘yond the wall,
And smiled the pictures we were draw,”
But back was turned when death came ‘pon them
They learned the feet are at the bottom
They learned to damp for decompose and sag
That which was transcended then coming back
Abstraction must revert immediacy
So future tears were shed immediately
Painful transition was all
Was fine
But lucidity was spun
Was spent to dust
Burgeoning and becoming
Can grow
Wearisome and heavy
The Leaves Must Be Shed