how did Zeus get himself to the page?
what mortal fingers scratched
the draft of the god
how are gods drafted but on the wind,
on the fall of red leaves
sewn for spring
in sacred tomes and caverns
to campfire coal and crackle
"how does it go, old one?"
and sometimes he'd pass
before passing on
that adumbrated dénouement
so our symbols drift
from land to sea to sun
and always on that occidental gust
"has it not grown colder?"
what better a god
(and who more well-suited)
than the Wander's?
scattered to corners
of fields left fallow
fertility fostered
where enemies abdicate
the sentinel shift:
gods all storm gates unguarded
for a chance at crowned glories,
at laurels once proper dawned
and beautifully
ghosts respect only walls
of the secret heart
don't all kingdoms crumble
first from within?
these are the means:
all our halls a'haunt
in early hours
promenade the gods
of stones and flowers
