If we slept with the snakes in the temple of Asclepius
Were we sick or waiting for a dream to set us free,
Paying the medicine man his psychological fees
In the morning in some cavern where none could ask, none refuse
'cos the bearing of imagined evil was so great, so downheartedly immense,
And rather than embolden worlds with the gift of the gods
We sought refuge in the Circean realms of the would be, the rods
Of medicine and delusion that was mentally empowered
And drew the sleeping things to whisper in your ear;
The life and times, of you as a failure, a crustacean, a sod.
David Levitas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-kiss-in-the-ear/
