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Sad Oracle of Delphi, Modern Day Cassandra
Contributed by
spike
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Wednesday, 30th March 2005 @ 06:10:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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440 B.C., the evidence dispels any doubt,
Your reputation led many to seek you out
- Herodotus recorded you for posterity,
In his convoluted Histories.
Led into those fragrant chambers,
The invisible seep through sacred waters
To divine the future of all things,
That told the fate of wars and kings
A conduit to Apollo, they thought,
A testament to belief being wrought
A glimpse of the celestial mosaic?
-The reality is more prosaic.
Prophetess’ seers, vacticinators,
You were all inadvertent petrol sniffers!
A line of virgins, pure and devout
- All substance abusers, without a doubt
And after each visionary session,
The terrible headaches and vomiting
Not the signs of godly possession, but
The consequences of your imbibing.
One wonders about the modern junkies
Clutching cans and plastic baggies,
Shuffling along the city streets,
Wobbling and delirious on their feet
Mumbling to themselves as they brush aside,
Angels and demons they can’t abide
What use is prophetic vision,
When nobody will listen?
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spike
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Re: Sad Oracle of Delphi, Modern Day Cassandra
(User Rating: 1 ) by reflections on
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Quite a subject, and quite a poem. I liked it very much. Extremely talented piece of writing.
So much for the seers of the past. Couldn't resist just a tiny jab . . .
Oh deity of petrol’s fumes
existing in dark airless rooms
among sick minds that gasp for air
whose hallucinations are the fare
that gains the masses clouded eyes
and hears hell’s addicts prophetize
about a future they proclaim
as told in their stupors tragic name
Where deities sniff glue and gas
and bid believers, "sniff their _ _ _"!
Those who vied to smell that rose
deserves whatever fills their nose.
in jest
John
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