Notes from New Sodom

... rantings, ravings and ramblings of strange fiction writer, THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!!

Monday, August 22, 2011

From Xenophon

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ A scene:
The floor now, all our hands, the cups -- all clean.

With garland blooms one servant crowns our heads;
The other passes perfume dish of myrrh.

With mixing bowl, the jar sits, wine honey-sweet
As its aroma, blossoms, in our midst.

Frankincense also scents the room, and see:
Springwater for the wine, fresh, pure and cold,

Sits close with cheese and honey; bread is gold;
And, on the altar, central, a bouquet.

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