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Zeus: A Press Conference

Eons we rule in our tall pale closets

and all your talk is the few failures of distance

even a man can read, in Ovid, in a few hours:

brute swan, tsunami of gold, bull

sliding the girl shark-swift into open sea.

The robe drops, the sun widens to half the sky,

the tachycardic certainty of death…

So similar the stories, maybe all one.

Whereas a god, on a million channels,

is all thoughts always. Once a millennium, maybe,

in his whited-out daydream he meets dark eyes

and is rapt into an endless morning after:

one man, one thought, one cup of coffee

for what, to a god, feels like a millennium.

You vultures, if you have to write, write

this: the humiliation of a human story

no god, with all Time, has the time to live,

or even read to the end. No questions.