Crushed and bottled

Put into cellars

Left in Darkness

Fermenting and Waiting

 

Wine

Bitter and Sweet

The Nectar of the Gods

 

The Wine is Drunken

Until the belly is full

The Wine keeps the Drunkard in ignorance

The Wine is his poison

 

Bottle upon Bottle

The Liver begins to Die

More Wine is needed

Or the ignorance will Die

 

Grapes

Divinely Sweet

The Fruit of Passion

 

Not put in bottles

Not eaten and enjoyed

They become rotten

Not fit to be eaten

 

First the Grapes go Sour

Bitter to Taste

But still they Quench the thirst

And still they Satisfy hunger

 

The continue to Rot

Until they are Dead

Covered in Gray

Devouring what you did not

 

Mold

Consuming

The fur of a Rodent

 

So it is to be asked

As you grow old

Of which will you partake

Grapes, Wine, or Mold?