VISITATION
Had a bad dream. A stinker.
Dionysus, Apollo
moving in
as next
door neighbours
tightest of brothers
bitterest of rivals
neatly trimmed
the hedges between them
swarming with vipers
and me
in my own garden
drinking posh tea
Ambrosia flavoured
when
at their joint house party
episode war erupted
after guests
spoke brazenly
reacted ill-advisedly
blows, shots
exchanged, heavenly dactylic
style of sibling fighting
and all caught as collateral
in a disciplined rush
to
escape to high ground
live to tell the story
and me
waking from this dream
finding myself
worse off
plunged into another
hated, loved
by the gods
lost
at sea, shipwrecked unless
forever sailing
no sight of land
just the great
fiction of Elysium Hades, Olympus
eternal wine-dark sea.
poems 2 die for 