Cedars

Cedars

Dionysius becomes me & shuts our
farm & shuts our barn, gate, house,
& closes the attic then the cellar:

he hates his name, his heritage, so he
disguises himself as a fisherman:

Dionysius & Athene share shame
for killed fathers & soon--, killed priests,

but now their futures are unwritten,
& futures can be replaced--, not now
because pastures are dead--, as hash

floats past our table, & waiters pass our
table, avoid us--, hosts sidle past us:
recursion surrounds mussels made.

Dionysius becomes me, a brother.