We’re rushing headlong to revisit past glories
To reconfigure the memories of classical stories
Corporations hope comic book characters will replace
Zeus or Athena or Hermes – A green monster
Now plays Hercules for swooning geeks who
Don’t know a damn thing about ancient Greeks.
This current batch of heroes is defective
They’re all bloated, crying, full of racist invective.
We need a new Pantheon but forget how to cut marble
we have to build it out of sticks and mud bricks
and watch as it melts from the ground up.
You see, mud is porous and weak, the whole thing will
come down in a heap even as we ascend on ladders
to lay a new course.
There will be blaming and incriminations
The great cultural politicians all will say that
The geeks weren’t open-minded enough to accept:
That old gods were easy to swap for new ones.
The pulp gets prepped for paper
Pressed under ten thousand pounds of pressure
Ready for the blade, pages reaping in a thresher.
“Bring me the new issue of Thor! What? The planet
Is melting down? No more Ice Giants, no more magic?”
I could start to cry, but this, this is much too tragic.
I suppose we’re rushing headlong into the pit instead
The chasms are opening, ripe and ready
Nothing left to do now but turn up the volume and let it R.I.P.