After You

The Deluge continues.
From Kish to the Sun King,
The lords counted backward,
The commoners forward.
Now, forward is science
Fiction for commoners,

Backward an ironic
Harvard joke by Prince Charles,
England's endlessly heir
Apparent, visiting
The former colonies,
Chortling, dryly, "I am

An anachronism."
Indeed you are, sir. But
Every earthbound strongman
Dreams of divinity,
The Mandate of Heaven,
A new religion, heirs

Galore, out the Yin-Yang
To infinity, yes!
Biology eats us
Alive and always has,
Atra-hasis, no dove
Can gainsay the hunger

That led the way to doves
And dusty death between
This flood, that flood, your flood,
God's blood, dismal sorrow,
And giddy happiness.
The Deluge continues,

Kings have not been restored
To divine genetics
Commoners' grandchildren
Will likely bow before.
Be content. After us,
No wolves or lions rule.