Apollo with a mouse click
vanquishes the Titans,
Dionysus justifies an online poker habit
by shrugging she is Greek,
While Zeus and Hera try again
with Kleenexes and Chiron’s notebook,
And Kronus, longevity-obsessed, has spent his savings
on Chinese herbs and oils.
Prometheus is bound to the terms of his contract
but still he takes lunches with headhunters
Expensing his network because you can’t, you know,
put a value on nostalgia.
Hercules bleeds for the poor,
sacrificed like cattle, with less ritual;
The root of it all is his father of course, brutal and capricious,
the blood in his shoes not his heart.
He’s working on this, slowly, as is Hephaestus
learning to forgive himself
For falling in love with a shade,
the oldest crime in the new book.
Athena has a website on owls
that keeps her from eviscerating Timmay and the Bernank;
She learned all she knows from The Simpsons;
her vengeance would know no boundaries.
Incestuous they meet to dispute
at the Olympian Tap and Chat Room.
There is no Truth
so they don’t have to tell it
But there’s one thing on which they agree:
All people are stupid,
To be victims of Gods ...
but it’s mirrors and straws that they grasp,
All that they know
about humans
Are symbols:
Everyone’s life is a story,
Every event's a report,
all feelings come out in a song;
They’re lost in the scrivener’s art
duly noted in the minutes of Hermes.
They loosen their bra-straps, tug on their beards
and cry, the thunder rolls
Like a spiderweb over the houses and cities.
The humans look up with pity
Seeing their dream of the heavens
displayed in the sky.
They make offerings of fire and spirits
in their backyards praying
Before the sun comes again
like something they never have seen.
