When the sun-chariot of Helios
     sailed over your head,
When a cave near your home
     held the Land of the Dead,
When some of your friends 
     got turned into flowers,
When the Horai from Heaven
     would call down the hours,
When nymphs and satyrs
     splashed you from a stream,
When Athena stopped by
     to gift you a dream,
When pig entrails dictated 
     your life's path from birth,
When the children of Zeus
     still walked the earth,
When amulets blocked evil
     from within a clenched fist,
          It took 
               determination 
          to be atheist.
Greg R. Fishbone
July 2020
                                        
I have a new favorite of your poems!
Necromancy is a Wholesome Science.
Thanks! Glad you liked it.