O Antinous Dionysus!
Your votaries call out to you, for we are tired.
We are weary. We are thirsty. Our limbs are heavy.
Our hearts are heavier. Our spirits sink.
We labor and we struggle, we sleep
and wake unrefreshed to labor and struggle more.
O Antinous Dionysus, Antinous Epiphanes,
Come to us now! Come to us, Antinous Bakkheios!
We are parched and in need of refreshment.
Come and bring us the wine of your joy,
The joy of living, the zest for life!
Come and loosen our limbs for the dance,
Straighten our backs that have been bent in our labors,
Widen our shoulders that have hunched over computers,
Free our hips and our asses that our minds may follow.
Come and dance with us, bring us the blessing
Of fellowship, the mood of the party,
The lubrication of intoxication. Join hands with us
That we may join hands with one another
And celebrate all that is good, all beauty
And pleasure, tastes and scents, the body
And the earth, that which grows and dies
And lives again, the tenacious vine and
The sleek, ravenous animal in ourselves
And in the world, all of your blessings,
Antinous, Antinous Dionysus, Antinous Bakkheios!
©Merri-Todd Webster, 2017