Beltane Lost

Children carve pumpkins,
Kept in cool store.
It's Halloween in Australia.
Here the wheel of the year turns widdershins,
Out of sync.
And the old year dies six months prematurely.
The God of the tribe,
Does not get to lay with his Land Goddess.
The only metaphorical orgasm,
Is of mindless consumerism.
That is the new religion.