The Rebirth of Religion
If horses flew with equine, stallion wings
Unfallen as archangels’ feathered shapes,
And Pegasus drank deeply from the springs
And falls of Peirene inspiration, drapes
Of godlike water for his throat, then we
Might pledge ourselves as poets did when they
Scooped visions from that flow. A soaring spree
Of odes and epics might involve that spray
In faith and poetry. Poseidon would
Cause Pegasus to fly around us all
And we would then believe, as poets should,
That gods are in and round us, if we trawl
For them in creeds of truth that fill this world
Where winging hooves still publish them unfurled.
~ Phillip Whidden