The Gods are too Loud
“In his hands Hercules took his shield, all glittering: In the center and upon the shield Proioxis (Pursuit) and Homados (Tumult) were wrought.”
—Hesiod “The Shield of Hercules”
The Gods are too loud
and I cannot hear them
They wail from my pipes
and screech from my ductwork
I am trapped by the sound
into deafness. Left
to worship Homados
Noise speaks danger
Crouching beneath
whistling metal
Bursting silence
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Rick Christiansen is a former corporate executive, stand-up comedian, actor and director. His work is published or forthcoming in Oddball Magazine, Muddy River Poetry Review, Stone Poetry Journal, The Raven’s Perch, The Rye Whiskey Review, As It Ought to Be Magazine, WINK Magazine, and other journals, magazines and anthologies. He lives in Missouri near his eight grandchildren.
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