The Old Gods are Dead

Zues sits at the bar, he'll buy a thousand and one drinks
And the girls he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the
pepper spray tucked into their sleeves

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls 
And she has their Facebooks open on the computer
Her hands hover over the keyboard, she wants to tell them that men always lie
She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. 
They are chasing the sun, chasing the moon. 
They will never catch up.
Their hands are curled around each others hip bones
Never in public though, they look too similar for that now,
Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses 
Safe in the shadow

Posieden wanders the shore, He wears a plastic poncho and carries 
A bag of trash.
His tears mix with the salt water,
No one can tell the difference.
A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, 
Retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him.
He smiles because people will always believe in death and
He has finally beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses handing out pamphlets 
On architecture. She scoffs at professers simply going through the motions.
She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with students,
Screaming about the newest problem. She laughs with these children, 
These fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home.
She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgivness 
Waiting to embrace the siblings she knows will never come home. 

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns, 
She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them.
There once was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. 
She is vengful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure 
That the world will never forget her name.

Aries walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an
Elementry school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. 
This was not brave, this was not heroic.. This was sensless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at the boys in cars who yell obscene things. 
She has long since stopped romanticising love. 
She is gaunt and over worked, but sometimes she sees a teenage girl 
Handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years
And she feels young again. Sometimes she sees Aries from across the room as
Soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other.

Hephaetus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, 
His back is still twisted but people dont seem to notice anymore.
He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets.
And they thank him, they pay him.

Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. 
He is young and beautiful in this time, and slipping through business men 
His hands finding their way into their pockets. 
He never stops laughing.

Dionysus mixes Zues his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get
Sick in the back room of the bar. He holds their hair and hands 
Them another drink before they even ask
He's been there a long time..
He's seen them drunk more often then he's seen them sober.
He's watching them flicker out and fade.

The gods are dying. 
The gods are dead
The gods are us.

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Comments (1)

  1. wirelessguru1

    Yes, God = I AM.

    September 18, 2015