No More (poem)

No more chariots flying through the skies;
No more saints down chimneys at night.
Science has executed those dreadful lies;
Fantasy’s frail against Logic’s might.

No more boatmen ushering deceased souls;
No more torture in Circles of Hell.
Let not afterlife intrude on goals,
Be they furtive or flagrant or fell.

No more arrows piercing mortals’ hearts;
No more red string between man and wife.
All that you feel are the pharmacists’ arts.
Powerless is love to transcend this life.

No more Prometheus to give us fire;
No more Odin to redirect hail.
We must labor for all we desire.
Even then, most likely, we will fail.

No more Godmothers to answer Cinderella’s plea;
No more dwarves to rally Snow White’s cause.
Those in power tend to stay indef’tely,
“Survival of the fittest” is one of science’s laws.

Why then am I here right now?
Why then am I one of them?
Must be brain cells going foul
To like this craft I condemn.