by David Feela
Nobody imagines the gods anymore,
that vast nomenclature of kin
tossing lightning bolts or kicking
mythological butt so mere mortals
can explain what defies explanation.
Now we blame each other, partisan
politics in the temples, pundits for oracles,
elections in the place of edicts.
It may be that Poseidon is still
at the bottom of the underwater
mortgage, or that Griffins run the banks
but the gods can’t see all -- it’s the drones,
satellites, and security cameras monitoring
our digital labyrinth where the minotaur
invites us in and closes the door.
David Feela's work has appeared in regional and national publications. He is a contributing editor and columnist for Inside/Outside Southwest and for The Four Corners Free Press. His first full length poetry book, The Home Atlas, is now available.
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