The Son Of Zeus/ A Greek Mythology Poem
By Enne Baker
God, father, the other day your anger called
Black storms unlike the typical
Cloud movements and writings
Of expression you kept documented above.
The smile is lightening, and laughter
Is thunderous, shocking fear for your children to fall in line.
The muscles, the clumps of flesh
Around your arms look like rocks
After a dry summer avalanche.
My only power as a god’s son is to swim.
I do not possess the power of Poseidon,
You killed him long ago, to remind me in case
I tried to swim away again.
Athens is too modern for your ways, Zeus —
Your arranged marriages to women from Sparta.
Our love is an eternal epitaph,
Statuesque in headstones,
Rain from electric skies.