The catastrophic weather events around the word this past week was the inspiration for this poem.
The gods are angry and growing angrier. Poseidon views his beautiful ocean despoiled with garbage, poisoned and polluted by heedless humans. He rages to Hephaestus and Vulcan, gods of creation, but, when angered, purveyors of fire and destruction. He exhorts Jupiter, highest of the gods, for retribution. And now the world is ablaze or buried in snow and ice. Boreas, god of the North Wind, unleashes catastrophic winds that fan the flames in one region, turn snow-laden, below-zero blasts onto another. Cities are flooded or turned to dust in droughts. Crops fail. Disbelieve in us, they say, at your own peril.
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