For years, they’ve languished and lounged in fields of lotus,
Savoring the sweet and soothing leaves of narcotic nectar,
As a reptilian beast hissed his lotus lullaby:
“Sleep and slumber…all contentment lies here.
Feast and be filled…be satiated and safe in the shadow of my wings.”
Such an addictive opiate, such soothing spiked wine,
Relaxing the muscles with its mixture of blood and tizanidine.
The Lotophagi loaf and lounge in this soma-like stupor:
Such a curious communion…such partaking of the body and blood
Of this seven-headed reptilian beast and his children.
As he feeds them, he feeds upon them,
For they are his body and blood,
And he is a parasite of their minds and will…
As they languish and lounge in his lotus fields.
Yet when this curious Odysseus returns to set their fields on fire,
Setting ablaze their organic engine of death and suicide,
And they see the consuming flame, and the smoke beginning to rise,
As the toxic incense fills the nostrils of the beast,
Curse-filled supplications for self-immolation pour forth,
As chaos and confusion flood their heated brains,
And overdose flames out into frenzied withdrawals.
Despair crashes through the bloodstream,
Like the wrath of an angry Poseidon on the sea.
They rise up in a frenzy and swarm like demon locusts,
Trying to protect their beastly queen,
Already experiencing the famine of her body and blood,
And the intoxicating taste of her lotus flower.
Their eyes, clouded by illusionary clouds of delirium,
Their bodies, feeling the sting of scorpions.
Their fantasy world is now aflame, their soma-slavery is at an end,
As they collapse on the shores of the raging sea,
Forced to face the freedom of Poseidon’s horses.
Yet this offspring of a defeated Leviathan cannot walk on water.
For an arrogant Greek dared to strive with the gods
And extinguish the fiery fetters of those blissfully chained and bound.
Such is the mysterious workings of God in a pagan world.
