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A Conversation with Zeus

It wasn't my fault that I
was the kind of God who leads others
A winner, goat-weaned, lightning blessed
Kingship was never my plan
But who fights celestial destiny?
To survive, I had to be lucky
and luck made me genial enough,
My smiles as wide as the sky

All those paramores (that luck again!)
Would have been with me anyway
It wasn't my kingship that wooed them
But my guess at their deepest needs;
A bull (who knew?)a shower of gold,
a swan, a cuckoo, an eagle
Bird shapes were best
I feel for the windborn and free.

Stuck here, on a throne on Olympus
With my stage beard and thunderbolts
While storm music rushes the skies
And wings lift above me in flight
Hera! Mortals! Hear me...
Offer no prayers at my altar,
I shed my glory long ago,
fallen to feathers, light escaping mountains

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