The gods pissed their pants when they saw him coming
through Zeus’ house. They leapt up from their seats
as he drew near, readying his big ass gun.
Leto alone stayed put beside Zeus – the god delighting in thunder.
Archive for June, 2011
She was telling me about heroes doing things, about gods moving thunder, and the mountains lighting up with the crash of power in contest. Hard and fast her words were splitting my ears along with the trees
on that mountain range far back
and far down she took me to the land beneath this land I’m standing on now to where the fallen ones fall down and get back up only to carry on with what they were doing before they fell.
She promised me the things ahead, too. Always beyond reach, dark and murky. But to her eyes clear and closer than even I was to her then in the car driving on the highway that afternoon.
