Antinous in Syria
The Bithynian makes his way to the temple of Echmoun,
greets his companion-god with an embrace.
Silent specters, they walk invisible from the place
amongst the ruined roads of refugee camps.
Holes from artillery break the ground like stamps
of an unholy seal-stone from a god of rage…
The people, uncertain, not guided by sage
nor rightful kings, are left to suffer.
The gods, no longer called upon, cannot buffer
the evils done to the innocent masses.
Minute by minute, painfully slow, time passes
and Echmoun and Antinous can only stand witness.
Injustice, so frightfully far from fitness
plagues the people, diseased and tired.
“May their gods leave them hale and inspired,”
the two gods in sadness united pray.
Their occult walk completed this year, this day,
the Bithynian turns back to the temple of Echmoun.
Hail, Thanks, and Praise to Echmoun!
Hail, Thanks, and Praise to the Deities of Syria!
Hail, Thanks, and Praise to Antinous!