Most people can't see 
they're praying to Apollo 
by another name. 
 
Gee, sus: 
quite suspicious indeed, 
and the sun answers every time 
with articulate manipulation, 
spewing lies with lyres. 
 
When the nameless multitude 
of unwilling women 
turns the other cheek 
to leave him behind, 
he seizes their hair as twigs to break 
and wedge deep in the dirt. 
They're no longer able to walk away, 
holes fingered open like hollows for owls 
to preen and peck themselves to sleep. 
Go ask Daphne. 
 
Their true savior 
Yeshua, antiquity's hippie, helped 
the poor, and women and children, 
and those bad Samaritans fleeing 
 
what today is 
cartels, and pimps, and gangsters wielding 
guns and dicks to shove in minority mouths. 

For god loved the world and all its children, 
red and yellow, black and white... 
 
But today, the party of the whitewashed 
messiah's face 
paints him holding the gun 
aimed at Mexico's border. 
 
Oh, today, they'd dismiss the Second Coming 
as an insurrection of woke warriors 
erasing the rapacious sun god 
precious in President-elect's sight. 

Hey Zeus! 
thanks be to your golden child 
who hovered an orange halo 
to shield The Businessman's combover 
from a stray bullet.