The Pantheon A celestial pantheon, forged in blood and steel by the captains of industry they sit on Mount Olympuses commanding cupbearers and litter-carriers to accompany them on their journey into Mortal Squalor Their mythologies precede them, of course. They ride, gods on chariots. The citizens bow, the municipality’s mayor bows. In the glare from their golden chariots these gods are blinded— unable to see rubbish piled on the side of the street All they see and all they know are the toothy smiles of a populace whose cracked and stained enamel is made whole and whitened by the splendor and radiance accompanying the deities these gods return to their thrones painfully unaware that the heap of rags they ran over is really a man
The PantheonA celestial pantheon,forged in bloodand steelby the
captains of industry
they sit on Mount Olympusescommanding cupbearers and
litter-carriersto accompany them on their journey into Mortal
Squalor
Their mythologies precede them, of course.They ride, gods on
chariots.
The citizens bow,the municipalitys mayorbows.In the glare from
their golden chariotsthese gods are blindedunable to see rubbish
piled on the side of the street
All they seeand all they knoware the toothy smiles of a
populacewhose cracked and stained enamel is made whole and whitened
by the splendor and radianceaccompanying the deities
these gods return to their thronespainfully unawarethat the heap
of rags they ran overis really a man
