The pharmacology of life
is the ancient fermented grape,
tritest of the holy Omar Khayyam,
a diner at Charlemagne’s plate,
Bacchus to Caesar’s copulate sins,
blood of the Christian Christ,
the sacrament damned by its purity,
barbarian and cannibalistic.
Hypocrisy of Protestant dominion,
the sangria of death in the bull ring,
Trousseau Noir of bastard Kings,
parlance of the French Paradox.
Thou nectar of the drunkard’s vine,
sweet covenant of life stupor,
deceitful beggar of a wise man’s reason,
damn you for our own weakness.
You are a coward of the living
sacramental remembrance of the divine,
dispenser of the opiate for the masses,
your prophet guards the gate, but
hell is the companion of his deceit.
Religion is not a substitute for truth,
Wine endures, long after the Kiddush
thus the vine will forever survive.
©2015, Donald Harbour