Cybele

Say you know them sibyls of the sistine chapel;

you know the core, seed,        and bite of apple

   do you know that great Magna Mater,

   great mother, mountain planter,


Cybele seven thousand year worshipped,

iron from stars, her magnet, perfect

   cured incorrigible dionysus, raving

   grounded the grove and hearthstone, paving


altars blood worshiped, don't sneer now you mortal;

your fridge full of prophecy, awaiting, a portal;

   styrofoam chapel, all lined with the saints,

   st. bacon, st. whipped cream, st. plastic and paint


   moshing foot grinding the feet grapes undressing

   came first mothers music, mystery, sense blessings