The way we have the old Greeks
Who look like adolescent gods to us
Like goat-footed Socrates who killed himself
Knowing you can’t kill yourself
Not really your genius survives
Isn’t that what a young god would do
Make a demonstration of his power
Like Krishna to trembling Arjuna
Or Enkidu to Gilgamesh after him
Always it was about courage in those days
Until the old gods retreated
Their temples buried or bombed
But still when you stare
At the Parthenon today
Who cannot believe a goddess
Once lived there
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