Eleutherios (the liberator)
1 min readApr 10, 2020
Tear my silk, for it binds me tight
I shan’t resist, nor parade no fight
For you are my conscript, an endeared acolyte
Feast on the grapes, and Turkish delight
Feast on me: I am low-hanging, I’m ripe
The table is set, come have a bite
Ingest me by hand, devour me with sight
Our souls ablaze, our bodies alight
Rampant, savage, deliver your smite
One and sole, is my humble plight:
Regard no custom, just in spite
Desecrate me, my verdant blight
