They say there is one—all right!
They take over all the rest.
And so there is one, we can fight,
Argue, pray and protest;
Set up a booth to Apollo,
Athene; bawl and persuade.
The crowds no longer follow—
Jehovah has got the trade.
For the Jews have used the scheme
Of commerce for making a god:
A harbor where no trireme
But their own can dock or load.
Now who will come to dissolve
This theo-monopoly?
And the power they took devolve
On a mightier deity?
It will come. But as for Zeus,
Osiris, Ptah, Zoroaster,
They are stewed in the dominant juice
Of Jehovah, lord and master.
We accept the fate. We laugh.
The earth, the sea and the sky
Are at last the cenotaph
Of gods, who always die.
AT DECAPOLIS
(Mark, Chapter V.)
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THE ACCUSATION
I am a farmer and live
Two miles from Decapolis.
Where is the magistrate? Tell me
Where the magistrate is!