This screaming dirge,
not by ring of swords -
but by nails rendered down.
Mother - do you not see me?
Your eyes ablaze; all the seeming
of Dionysus dreaming.
Yet he can spare such dreams -
bull chained against fire -
earth to quake with godly rage.
Mother my chest - my heart -
the heart you gave me;
now pomegranate in your hand.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From The Bacchae by Euripides: Pentheus is torn to pieces by the Maenads (as commanded by Dionysus) - lead by his mother Agave.
- Category: Reflection
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