The stars looked
dark and heavy
as did our aspirations
for the evening
we were 18
in search
of the holy grail
and later that night
we thought we had
found it
24 of them
to be exact
all yahooed
from the corner
clark gas station
and as we sat drinking
down on the trax
at jasper park
we felt like real men
like unstoppable gods
with a purpose
to recreate our world
so we left those desperate trax
in search of our own pantheon
we drove
and drove
until we stopped
at some seedy
low-down strip joint
not far from brookpark road
as good as any a place
for gods to congregate
we figured
and after a few drinks
and a few dollars lost
we were satisfied
we were transformed
we were one
with all the other gods
so we up and left
and went home
bringing back with us
something unforeseen–
faces
of men cast out of heaven
the destitute millions
dying to be saved
the fires of everyday life
burning in our blood
to never be forgotten
and nearly
10 years later
I can still feel it
mapping the outlines
of our futures
the sadness
the depression
the gaunt eyes
starring dead-end jobs
in the face
like sailors
boarding ships
they know are bound
for certain doom
and maybe nietzsche had it right
because
the gods that we once were
have since died
some time ago
and no longer seem to be
and we are the ones
who have killed
them.