Alcohol.

Shake,
Say a few words before you kneel.
The flowers beneath
are sacred;
The threads of my fabric coffin.

Sweat drips, languidly;
finding home in mortal
Crevice; The
Temple besieged.

And.
Now choke around the serpentine saliva,
the beast that coats your tongue;
You cannot pray through cacophony
and booze.

The human chain, it vanishes like an act.
Phobos drowns in a surge of liqueur
And drought brings
Morpheus to his knees.

Ubiquitous Dionysus;
Has Pan and the satyrs for company,
But where are we? Alone
With only our sweat and
Vomit.