Thor's Day Blues (Poetry)

I used to be a big noise,
I used to have some clout —
They used to cringe and cower
When my thunder rolled about.

I’ve kept my weekly window
But it’s empty as a church —
My Nordic worshippers long-dead
My standing in the lurch.

So what’s an old Norse god to do
When mothballed as a myth? —
Now geeks and scholars tell the tales
Indulgent as they sniff

Convinced such legends can’t be true
(But how the story grips!)
They steal my glory, use my name
In cheap thrill comic strips!

But I keep my hammer handy
For this old dog can still bite —
Unleash long-held impatience
On the stormy, noise-filled night.

Like a king in exile waiting
Counting words that prophets say —
Knowing faiths must run their distance
Every god will have his day.