An Impromptu Work

When machines hove to, and smoke belched up
We saw the time to kill old God.
Arms linked, we drank, and taught the world,
And happily they lapped our words like cream.
Change was coming, and all was new.

The smoke hid cities from themselves.
Masters and men looked to their shoes.
None cared for God, or Bog, or Jove,
When Cash was lord over mouth and home.
We fought
I strove!
To kill a god.

Now I lay dead, my name unknown,
and gods replace each other.