The statues, busts, and freizes
Zeus, Rhea and Athena
Hidden like maidens behind screens changing, never again to take place
At table’s head
Disfavoured and yellowing now
Stripped of their awesome power
Removed then fashioned for exchange the gold that was their endowment
Looking down upon us, then as now, denizens of menacing clouds
Loud, boorish, clout-seeking cheaters, traitorous and dishonest as brave
Gleeful in evil; chaotic outlets requisite to healthy belief; radiator keys.
Effaced, away from their rightful places
Have worn like paintings torn from their frames
Only to be left outside for rains to claim, puddles thereby white.
Disgraced, disgracefully, the once-exalted statues of the Olympian races
Their eyes though carved from mined stone bely some life, limpid as fact.
Alchemisland 
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