Newer Gods

For ages the gods have been our guiding light – 
Our Polaris, a fixed star in the night.
And the Powers have departed not our vale;
They have changed garments behind the veil,
And appear now as a steelish power
Of an intractable pattern of matter.
They are the march of unyielding fate,
The deities of an impersonal state.
And we mourn in the funeral of the myth
And erect a great idol of false mirth,
And drown out lament with furious hope
Of imagined justice by which we cope,
Blind to the burning ruins of the past
Upon which in this present age we rest.
Let the newer gods of the newer man
Come and swallow the world we ran.

Featured image: ‘Newton,’ by William Blake (1795), image in the public domain.

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