Originally Published in the 2018 edition of the literary and arts journal, Parley. Photo by Victoria Strukovskaya on Unsplash.
Our beautiful bull-faced beast, Thundering masterpiece Of Semele and sky god. The twice-born god came to us, Escaped Hera’s havoc To wander the world with us. Intoxicated by his sight, We take to hills. We Are the Raving Ones Dancing by torchlight In mountains at midnight. In our ivy crowns We bow down to the ground. Losing our minds To the god of the vine. We hum his hymn, Holy incantations Of ritual and Him. Fawn skin and tympanum, We Are the Raving Ones. We revel and worship Our half-man bull-horned thunderer In this lush orgia, An occult feast Of ecstasy and chthonian chaos. An out-of-body frenzy In wilderness. Intoxicated by his sight, We take to hills. We Are the Raving Ones Dancing by torchlight In mountains at midnight. In our ivy crowns We bow down to the ground. Losing our minds To the God of the Vine. We hum his hymn, Holy incantations Of ritual and Him. Fawn skin and tympanum, We Are the Raving Ones. And we Can’t resist his gifts. We are Driven out of wits. We are Possessed by the God. And we rejoice. EUOI! EUOI! EUOI!
