Cedars

Cedars

Athene and Dionysus share shame

     for killed fathers, killed priests.

He hates his name, his heritage, so

disguises himself as a fisherman.

          But his future's unwritten.

Futures can be replaced, not now,

because pastures are dead. 

                                                   Hash

floats past his table. Waiters pass

his table, avoid. Host sidles past.

Sturgeon surrounds mussels laid.

Dionysus becomes me, shuts our

farm, shuts our barn, gate, house,

then closes the attic then the cellar.

Dionysus becomes me, his sister.

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