The last goddess
sits on her suitcase
waiting for a bus
to take her away.
The people here
are mad either for no god
or a sky god, and she’s
been mostly forgotten
in the salty war around
the existence or non-existence
of a Big Guy; here,
everyone’s a partisan
for either Phallus or Fallacy
and when no one bothers
to offer worship or sacrifice
to a goddess
she moves on,
ever practical,
seeking a temple elsewhere
that needs a new occupant.
The last goddess
is getting gone while
the getting is good. Not for her
the second class status
of an also-ran, a decorative
memory, a pocket full of
quaint. She was made for war
and wisdom and this place
wants one without the other now;
she was made
for grace and mercy
and neither is well-honored here.
She will catch the bus
and go where she will be welcome.
Some here will miss her
when she goes, but a goddess
never settles for diminishment.
The ones who love her will go with her;
whatever is left behind
will be forever on its own.
Dark Matter 
January 29th, 2016 at 6:14 pm
One thing I found creative about the Roman Catholic religion was how they took pagan symbols and Gods and celebrations and Christian coated them for popular consumption. It’s a shame that their love of Mary and her feminine gifts never fueled an improvement in the status of women in the R.C. church. I guess as long as she was kept a theory, there was no threat to the power club.
January 20th, 2016 at 8:21 pm
Excellent! !!
January 20th, 2016 at 8:35 pm
Thanks.
January 21st, 2016 at 2:38 pm
My pleasure ♡
January 20th, 2016 at 7:46 pm
“pocket full of quaint…”. I am loving the picture that calls up …one of those,…wishing I had come up with that one… while being delighted that someone brought it to life
January 20th, 2016 at 8:08 pm
Thanks, Rebecca.