Dionysian Fool. Poem by David Lacey

The shadow of the man I am
The shadow of the forest Pan
Dionysian fool.
Strange reflections upon this hour
This time this place is ours
Never mine alone
Of the earth I love my home

From pain to pleasure, seeking treasures lost.
The guillotine – Empires rising – blades falling
Piercing fresh flesh torn and bleeding
Here I am in suffering
Confess the order rearranged
Chameleon skin in changing
Shedding the memories of the dead
Ripe death in composition.