Pan--1st Draft

 

Pan is for Panic

 

When nobody knows

How to pin you down

And so they trip over

Themselves instead.

 

Pan is for Pantheon

 

The long long list of

Virtues and vices

Deified into orderly lists

Of people you might want.

 

Pan is for Pandemic

 

Everywhere and all at once

Things they overlook are

Now growing strong and

They are outnumbered.

 

Pan is for Pandemonium

 

Chaos’s favored child

The heart and soul of a storm

Riotous rout, a tumultuous

Outpouring of songs

 

Pan is for Pan

 

The great goat-horned god

Wildling of wild woods

Companion of nymph and satyr

Sexual being unbound

 

By restriction of rule of law

A rustic ruler of his own

Nature and nurture.

Battle blooded with gods

 

Child of trickster Hermes,

Fearsome to small minds

His greatest trick echoes

Across the sea at Paxi

 

Pan has never yet died,

He lives in the hearts of

His many soul-kin, lovers

Who seek where they find.

 

Pan is for All