Where Did He Bring The Pitchers

Where did he bring The pitchers From the old of Centuries? P[resent Them now Now In this night In this cemetery Drink Drink The cool, cool draught Inside of them You feel That you have drunk Yet you Feel no wine Between your Teeth Nor does your palate Melt in the touch with The famed wine: The skeletons drank And they laughed Still As the wise men They had invited: Polite. Not drunk They became The utterers of wisdom And wise words: Sailed by a ship From the land of Osiris By Slow The moon-goddess Smiled cautious. Next Came the men from Galilee They were bearded But little And brought The scent of holiness With them Thus full The assembly Throughout the night Each with each Chattered in the cemetery: Dawn found them not