No more the air- / borne omens; no more the incensed prayers; no more the carcass / butchered at the altar.
(From “Elegy for the Deathless Gods” by Sherod Santos, Poetry, March 2026)
To this or that paradise of misrule
Is not where the road to Damascus leads.
Muster pandemonium at full bore,
Pitch fits and furies to the highest heavens
— Death to this or that son of a whore!
Vain fusillade. Foam of mouth. Rancor’s drool.
Swing low whose chariot over the ruins?
Which hemorrhoidal saint won’t tell his beads,
Come sweetly — any God! — to squat this stool?
(c) 2026 JMN — EthicalDative. All rights reserved
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The Gods are silent on this one. (K)
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Greetings and regards.
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Wow! This is very, very powerful Jim!! I like it!! (I wonder who you might be talking about? Ha ha!)
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Thank you, Sue, and greetings! I was beginning to fret over time lapse without seeing/hearing from you. I appreciate your words.
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Greetings to you too Jim. I have been away visiting my family on the west side of Australia – a relaxing time with my kids and grandkids. It’s good to get back to your punchy posts!
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My WordPress seems to be acting twitchy, Sue. I was sure I’d seen a notification of this reply in my mail, but didn’t encounter it in the WP Reader in order to respond. Have found it here in the comment thread on my site. Welcome back from your relaxing! 🙂
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Thanks Jim.
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