Nepenthe
by Gary Hardaway
Before our language made its way
to papyrus, stone and clay,
we sought escape from stress and boredom
through discoveries of beer and wine
and medicinal powers of herbs and fungi.
While the kings invented architecture
as stones thrown against impermanence and death,
lesser folk explored the more
deliverative effects of biochemistry.
Alas, the wind, the rain
and plate tectonics take temples,
fire and sediment papyrus and clay,
and those still breathing wake from stupor
to confront another day.
Clever, Gary. Very nicely done.
I'd rather be king.*
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I can't imagine a world without OCD and fanatical religious rituals to help the Nepenthe along.
Thank you, Elizabeth.
Thank you, Joani.
Thank you, Sam.
Thank you, Gloria.
Or stupor their way through the day. I mean... :) Awesome piece. I thought I faved this the other day, but it didn't go through on my phone. So **
Thank you, Jen.
It is Time to get drunk! If you are not to be the martyred slaves of Time, be perpetually drunk! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please. —Baudelaire
Cheers. *
Thanks, Raymond.