Hermes opens up
Takes off his winged sandals.
Leans over his knees
Let me tell you something,
I pretty much run this place.
I control everything you choose
to worship: Money, Politics,
Sleep, Fertility, Travel
I invented all of your favorite toys
the electric guitar?
Dont kid yourself about Aphrodite.
She spun out sometime in the 1800s.
Western civilization and I,
we have an arrangement.
I lead a few old white men to
an afterlife they dont really deserve
and they pay me to keep you entertained.
Occupied. Its more convenient that way.
Incidentally, there is no god
His true name is ancient and
we are all his children.
though you call us the pantheon
though you call us the Olympians
you should call us the conveniences
scapegoats for your misfortunes
outlets for your hopes
though you might presume to
look for god in the places you
have built you need only leave
sacrifices to burn or to bleed out
on the bleak altar in the temple
of the human heart