Better This Than Nothing

[handful_ofdust]

Let's make this my "poetry" icon from now on, eh? Cf. poisoninjest, the queen of obscure movies...

Exhortations of the Bacchae

Sisters, sisters, come quickly, come running;
Here in the grass lies something sweet.

And Oh and the upswell, the red red rising,
And Ah and the sap which sings to the touch,
Which sets my skin-draped shoulders shuddering.

I instruct you, siblings: Do your God’s duty.
Carve out the root beneath the rind and grind it, grinning.
Cleave the rock with your hands, crack it like honeycomb,
drain it dry, drown yourself in its drippings.

Let the trees dip drunken, to drape you with garlands.
Pursue all interlopers, leaping like leopards—
Let soft hands tear their mocking masks away, asunder.

Let nothing be left unconsumed.

Sisters, sisters, come quickly, come running;
Here in the grass lies something sweet.