Why do the gods prefer
to stay holed up on Mt. Olympus,
hogging all the light,
just to occasionally drop in,
see how we're doing,
mess with our junk?
Pride?
Jealousy?
War games at the top
played out down here?
For who's benefit?
Grow up!
Come down off you high mount,
walk a mile or two in our shoes--
oh, but that might get your feet wet.









