Translucent Demigods
The heroes of the past are god-like strong.
Their loins are near pellucid in their power
And beauty. Irridescent thighs are long
In loveliness of maleness as they tower
Above their plinths. These calves and biceps glow
With inner force as marble never could.
Hard shoulders are revealed or are below
An armor made of myths that have withstood
Millennia. The hips are like a stern
Demand for reverence. “Do not forget
That we are made for thrusting. What you yearn
For bores us. We don’t care about prayer’s sweat.”
Divinity is cold, unblemished stone
That shines beyond the sacrifice and groan.