Nescient Gods

Children play bare-chested in the weekend sunlightL

aughter dancing on the arches of muscled thighs

Eden so far so near

Obviate they drink deeply of Riverbank Wine

The nescient gods ignore the offspring

Of the first dews of summer

And tired ever still they resume their slumber

Even as the children form more tangible bodies

Filling transplendant bellies with nectar

And bursting minds with meads

Hope born once again by divine accident

© 2004 C.Nichols