restless gods

SOME GODS ARE HAVING FUN;

WATCH OUT BELOW!

An Allegorical Reflection of the Relationship

Between Appearance on Earth and that

Above the Heavenly Firmament.

By Izzy Ess of Oblige Nobless

On Mount Olympus, Bacchus was imbibing

Strong red wine from vineyards in the foothills

He had cultivated over many

Years.  The goddess Hera was still sleeping

Nude beside her hero, Zeus, who had

Awakened and was joining Bacchus in

His drinking mode.  They lay beside the statuesque

Nude goddess, Hera.  Then, they sang

In two part harmony, the melody

That would become, “Au Clair de Lune,” when Debussy,

Le Claude, was born about two thousand

Years from then.  The goddess, Hera, woke

And stretched her matchless body and she started

Belly dancing to the melody

That was so sweetly sung by her two friends.

Our jolly Bacchus joined right in and shed

His flimsy robe to just reveal to Hera

He was in a sexy mode as well

As in a drinking mode.  While Zeus was snoring,

Hera and her friend, the plump and joyous

Bacchus, put their bellies close together

And they churned their groins to satisfy

The both of them.  Then, goddess, Hera, turned

Around and offered Bacchus her fine derriere

And Bacchus jumped at any chance

To get his end in, in the finest end

He’d ever known.  Our goddess, Hera, was

Aware that Bacchus was in love with her

Cute derriere and she pushed hard to get

Him all inside of her.  Our Bacchus was

Successful and so was the goddess, Hera.

Both did feel a wonderfully pleasant

Rush of feelings.  Zeus awoke to see

The final climax and he roared in laughter

And he caught a thunderbolt.  He hurled

It right at Hera who just grabbed it and

She hurled it back.  The god, our Zeus, just hurled

It once again, this time at Bacchus and

It hit a tender spot, just neatly circumcising

His old friend, by accident.

Our Zeus and Hera were alarmed and checked

The little Bacchus’ little manhood and

Discovered that it was real pretty now

That it was quite unhooded, so-to-speak.

So, Hera did a magical act of

Her pulchritude and circumcised her hero,

Zeus.  Bold Bacchus just admired the great

Unhooding and was wont to try it out,

But it, like his, was still a little raw

And needed healing ere they tried their new

Cute spearheads for some sex.  Significantly,

The trio of the top of Mount Olympus,

Kept their little secret from the Hebrews

Milling round about, they having just

Been saved on old Mount Ararat from certain

Death and drowning by a dove who found

An olive branch.  Besides, it was not evident

What gods, or Gods, have hanging down between

Their legs.  No one is even sure what colour

Are their eyes!  Just every one is sure

Their hair and beards are white and skin is not

As swarthy as the Earthlings living in

That area, around the Sea that was

The Mediterranean and the Sea

Of Galilee.  If you asked me, I’d say

The statement that “Mankind was so created

In the image of their God,” is off

The mark, a bit.  Perhaps, it was a young

Dreamy artist’s rendition that was used

Or just perhaps the original god was

A Scandinavian, perhaps old Thor,

Himself.  Or, perhaps, the statement was just uttered

By a human person, female, male

Or child, whose nimble mind was muddled by

Some hash or hemp or opium from poppy

Seeds that were so common in the mountains

Of Canaan, the ancient Persia and

The hinterlands of ancient Mesopotamia,

What today are New Iraq,

Iran and Pakistan, I think.  Amen.

Some wise men must have known with acumen.

Some wiser women might have coaxed their men

Just as they do today, and even then.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

September 27, 2013