I peer through
the window only
half-believing the rain
thick gray-black gobbets of cloud
they are the ones, officer, you
should arrest for this thunder,
as if
Nikola Tesla and the Titans had renewed an ancient war
already scaling the heights of
Asgard and Olympus
the storm shifting, crackling now at a respectable distance,
the rain doubtless yet more acidic
eating its way, as is its wont, into bronze and marble
huge old monuments of
those great heroes, known,
unknown,
in alliance with the gods, fought
to uphold the faith, fell
like the rain:
heavily; softly; none
little of that mythos with
so little strength to sustain.
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Zero Gravity
PoetryCollection of New Poems 2012/(2013) as well as published poems from as far back as the mid 1980s --published in poetry magazines and literary journals from as early as mid 1980s tgrough to 2011. Please visit my poetry blog at Wordpress. damian2649