Nectar, ambrosia, pure
love upon the vine,
Heavy droplet beads
from gnarled bough entwined,
Give me wine, nectar
of the Gods divine.
Give me ancient fruits
of ferment, so that I may dine.
Bacchus at his orgies,
with flagon at his side,
Banquets with Lords
& Ladies, hobos on downward slide,
Sipping, gulping, quaffing,
dribbling down the chin,
All drunk from golden
goblet, crystal glass, carton & old tin.
With wafer in the church,
by priest´s hand holy offered,
As Christ´s blood represented,
sanctified & duly proffered,
Turned from merely
water, from the great man, by himself,
Stored in vats &
kegs, in cellars & bottles upon dusty shelf.
Crisp, white &
biting, bubbled for jollity & toasting,
Red deep ruby, robust
with blood of beast, hot & roasting,
Pink as delicate flamingo,
etched on sunset sky,
Wine glorious wine,
from God´s earth to vine & then vine to I.
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