BACCHANAL
The bitch, the bitched, the bugger, the bewildered,
The murderer and the murdered
Form our circle,
Betrayer and betrayed are one.
When each the same has done,
Distinction's gone.
And every day the Judas kiss
Comes easier, while practice
Perfects it.
So I knife him while you knife me,
Embraced
in
the Conga reel
Of treachery.
Truth and Love, keep far away.
This is not your day,
Nor not fit play
For you. Keep to the high rock ledges.
Down here, a catty knowledge
Of softness spreads
Across the dance, then calls the round.
Its fur pads glance, then pound
The dizzy ground.
What joy to join in that great dancing,
What rebirth in forgetting
Everything
But that, as we drown from individual
Sense to general,
Desire is all.
