I imagine Zeus and his mate
slinging dishes that became
Earth's face. Pangaea interrupted
and here we sit among the shards
left to mingle then bump and grind
pushing up mountains, here and there
tsunami, anyone? we have plenty
of history to share-
islanders become anchovies upon
Olympian pizza; Atlantis is consumed
then drowned
and no one even pretended to care
because they had a couple
of sparring gods to take the blame.
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