PAN'S DAWN
by Becca Tzigany
Oh, cloven-foot god who was known to chase
Nymphs and maidens all over the place,
But rarely could catch
A squeeze or a snatch
Repulsed as they were by your form and face.
What a rotten hand you were then dealt:
Scapegoatting you as the Devil himself!
With your hooves and horns
And irreverent scorn,
The beasty boy was put on the shelf.
All praise to the Great God Pan!
It's time to lift the ban
Let loose the Great God Pan!
May notes from your reed pipes resound
Over peaks, through valleys, in the town
Setting toes tapping
And lovers madcapping
Turning soap opera victims upside down.
Making love can restore and renew
It can even happen to you!
Goddess of Beauty accepts -
Her man supports and protects -
Amid blossoms bending over with dew.
All praise to the Great God Pan!
No more "Wham-bam-thank-you, Ma'am!"
Loving ecstasy for the shaggy God Pan!
Tempt us away from our worldly pursuits
With the succulence of forbidden fruits
We escape the abyss
Indulging our bliss
And the lure of our own, inner truth.
All praise to the Great God Pan!
Wildwood spirit is rising again
In jubilant women and men
Cavorting with the Great God Pan!
