Saudade / POEM

Those red flowers
tinted with Dumuzid's blood
For what purpose did God
 place them
  on this path?
I know.

Those grape fields
watered with the tears of joy
Perhaps Dionysus
 worked in the plantations
I would not bet on it
I know exactly what God is
 talking about
and I, forsooth,
 feel the same way
  He's trying to get me drunk.