Facebook, SnapChat, and
the Death of the Gods
Despite his lovely ankles with their wings
And all his manliness of shape in youth,
Immortal youth, a terrible fact sings
Across the myth of Hermes. Here is truth:
He’s dead now. Pan was killed at Jesus’s birth
Because the peoples turned from being wild
In worship, turned away from what the earth
Gives, turned to worship what the little, mild
Babe Jesus means. Hermes was killed by loss
Of faith in beauty and by iPhone’s creed:
Who needs a god with wings? Who gives a toss
When you can send an Lol at speed?
Who needs a small-dicked Hermes with a cap
………….
Of wings when you’ve got Twitter and such crap?