When the sun-chariot of Helios
sailed over your head,
When a cave near your home
held the Land of the Dead,
When some of your friends
got turned into flowers,
When the Horai from Heaven
would call down the hours,
When nymphs and satyrs
splashed you from a stream,
When Athena stopped by
to gift you a dream,
When pig entrails dictated
your life's path from birth,
When the children of Zeus
still walked the earth,
When amulets blocked evil
from within a clenched fist,
It took
determination
to be atheist.
Greg R. Fishbone
July 2020
I have a new favorite of your poems!
Necromancy is a Wholesome Science.
Thanks! Glad you liked it.