The gods Sleep
H. W. Bryce
After Susan McCaslin, Persephone’s Nook, a One Minute Poem in Poets Corner
“-mixed technologies /words – entire alphabets…please release us…”
I think the ancient gods of Greece,
Blessed with infinite power and
Everlasting life, have fallen asleep
Out of boredom with the people of today,
Who, after an infinity of time
Following their predecessors, still have not
Learned a wink
About peace.
Still the humans quarrel among themselves,
Still they desecrate Nature, still they
Possess, still they kill
Still they tolerate starvation homelessness,
Profiteering…
Still the gods refuse to answer the humans’
Prayers
Though still, the humans offer up gifts
To the gods, for still the humans
Believe
In
The
gods
But the gods sleep. Surely the gods
Sleep, for they are silent
And their homes in the clouds
Are dark
And gloomy
And threatening
As are their moods…
Their thunder has lost its roar
And the people ignore it
Anyway…
Though
Their lightning snores,
Its rumbles and sparks
Burn the forests,
The winds of their breath
destroy the humans’
frail structures…
And while the gods sleep,
The angels weep.
And now,
Now they ignore our plea
To save us from this blight
From this hell, this killing force,
This virus…
Awake, ye gods!
Awake. The little fishes need you,
They are dying out
As the humans devour them
In unimaginable quantities,
Pollution, poison,
And all
Awake ye gods
Come
Restore some order among
The dissolute humans
It is late
It is late
It is late
Come, if only to scare the humans
Into reforming
And evolving
And keeping their promise
To reform,
So oft given…
Come…
Ye gods
Come
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