The emcee adds "And now... Zeus, the Ruler of Heaven!"
and a second lightning-god glides out, quite as big,
quite as butch (nay, butcher). Olympic pig.
Rape and adultery's incarnation! Not a family show--
he ominously ogles that boy in the front row.

"Aaaaaand now! The Great Goddess, Mother of us All".
Hips roll. Almond eyes look down. If I must adore,
I'd endure her best. But I hope more playful animal
gods wait in the wings--Bast, Raven, Hare. No. Out pour
more Old World nobodaddies, crackling static. Mere
mirrors of big men. Tedium, bearded drear.

But every and each gets the drumroll speech,
as if unique. Trots out, basking in our light
and then quick-shepherded offstage right--
Giants in minute acts. Swift as Vaudeville,
But only acts of God. I'm trapped in Godeville!

In its heart, Godeville hides a worm:
Be-head, de-tail the holy Name--
A peel reveals the Devil's in between.

Now Godevillish promoters plunk me down
in wild desert hills, there to COEXIST
a few days with Cthulhu. Oh, I unconsent
to their bleak experiment! Yet here I am.

Survival's endless work. Just dodging God.
Could flatten me and never feel the squish.

This brutal Holy Land abounds in only stone.
Poor cover. Rabbit-scared, I skitter and cower
beneath boulders. Thus I survive alone
three tentacle-slams and a slimy shower.
Sure, vigilance succeeds! Hour on dreary hour.

The slippery thing meets a slithery twin.
They mate like horny hills. Slob gods
whose fluids ooze till my arroyo floods
in puke-green sludge. I'm thigh-deep in
ichor divine. Ick! And there I wake

Growling "Godspew makes me sick."
Wish I could be politer, politic...
But here in our fundamental time
Aren't you tired of getting slimed?