Βρῶμα θεῶν Pastoral

I am not sure what God was about when
I ventured into the fastfood restaurant
there I ordered a ten kroner cheese burger
Was Dionysus abroad, checking out a special
super-size me behind me, his adolescent
form bloated with sugar and fat, extra marble
would be needed to carve a sculpture
of the lad, his twin, Bacchus was downing cola
as if there were no tomorrow, nearby Aphro-
dite had put on some kilos, chomping into bacon
and something, these Gods which Caravaggio
would mock and Petronious fuck, they digest
and consume the Pampas and countless
places, oh Rabelais would turn Pagan in their
presence, I just hoped that what went in
would not come out until I left the dell.