Cult Chariot of Strettweg 7th Century BCE
The goddess holds a bowl like a radio telescope
above her head. Her army of followers have
waited patiently for almost three thousand
years. Two steady a deer by its antlers as it
waits to spring forward from the chariot.
Others sooth their horses, make fine adjustments
to their shields and axes. What are they waiting for,
a signal from somewhere vanished to activate
their tiny vehicle`s bronze wheels? To set off
like some planetary rover following software
from a long forgotten religion
in pursuit of a parallel reality?
Copyright © Keith Parker 2014
Keith Parker writes poetry in the North East of England. He has had some work published in magazines and is working towards a first collection.
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