when the world is crazy, his madness is sanity
the only still spot in the whirlwind of fire,
the rolling earthquake that tears apart the heavens,
taste of copper and the hair standing up on the back of your neck
and your arms, trembling uncontrollably
as you spin and spin, dancing in the ashes
for him, for him
any moment now you’re going to collide and collapse
and not be able to pick yourself up from the grass and the soil
but that moment is not this moment
and for now you dance,
because you’re filled with grief and impurity like a bloated goatskin winesack
and empty, like hollowed out bone
and thrice as brittle.
but this time you push yourself off the floor,
back bent, limbs contorted in ways you thought you no longer could
and then your feet stamp out the sacred rhythm that echoes
the beating of his heart deep down below
and you scream as you feel the bullgod rise up
and ghosts and flowers and good new wine with him.
io evohe! io io loud screamer! frenzy! loosener! he who unbinds cares!
take me lord, and make me lose my head
for you, for you! all for you!
