Dionysos
February 5, 2013Dionysos has run us aground.
As we trip onto the shore
we realise the writing was on the wall
just lopsided and misspelt.
Paradise is still there
yet obscured by the modern seaweeds
and rotting palm-leaves
of our industries and illusions.
We turn our backs and look out to sea.
A semi-circle sun’s reflections
show mirrors of heaven;
a thin veneer for our eyes.
Forever is at the horizon;
just another delusion.
We are trapped
between these and the realities
of land’s constantly shifting margins.
Small waves lap at our feet
pulling the sand out, pushing the tide in
slowly sinking us into the ground.
An empty bottle rolls and roils on the waves.
No message there but its vacuity
and the knowledge
of what it once was and meant.
Dionysos no longer fills it
and no longer wishes to fill us.
Soon we will do not what we want
but what we must
pissing it all back and away
into the sea
from whence we all came.
AJG
(Inspired by Tilo Baumgartel’s Dionysos (2009) and a blind accordion player)
16/1/13 – Oaxaca
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