Poems by P.D. Newman.
Art illustrations Mitchell Pluto
Barley or mead or wine or corn
Pour out from my goatskin
And into my bull’s horn!
To pieces by the Titans was Dionysus torn!
Lo! A man must die
For him to be twice-born!
For P.K., a Poem
Close the doors of your virgin ears.
Shut in your mute wits, mortal.
Down we go to Hell, past nine arches fell–dell, deep well–portal.
Gates of bronze, unlock at myknock.
Greet me goddess, immortal.
Receive me kindly, O Nestis, that we may share a chortle.
Tell us what happens
‘Tween sunrise and noon
When the aged oak snaps
‘Neath the weight of the moon
Tell us what makes
An awakening so frail
Close its webbed…
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