The gods are back! (7 poems about human behavior & the pantheon)

"Homo ecosystem" (trochaic fourteeners)

Warriors will be warriors, taking over territory.
Maori warriors conquered Moriori territory
As the British conquered Maori territory. Nature
Could care less, approving as It does of warriors' conquests,
Helots' insurrections, adaptations of all genres.

“A paraphrase of Euhemerus” (iambic quatrain)

The procreative impulse actually
Exists. The gods of Love & War are real.
The Pagan pantheon is factually
Correct; it's how live humans think & feel.

"The God of War" (blank verse)

The God of War invaded Russia twice
Because he was the God of War; that is,
Considerations of logistics &
Supply -- & even victory -- don't exist
For Him. The need for War, a nice long War,
Is all that matters to the God of War.

"Jungian and/or” (iambic quatrain)

The fractal pantheons of human gods
Who are the peoples rise with beating minds
Rejoicing madly, thrashing with their rods
The night as destiny the conscious winds

“Credo” (dactylic couplet)

This is the world we are building now trestle by trestle:
Not with a God or Its absence but Gods do we wrestle.

“‘Conspiracy Theory’ Theory’” (blank verse)

Without conspiracy there never would
Have been a Russian Revolution nor
Napoleon’s ascent nor Caesar's death,
Nor would “the Colonists’” secession, the
United States. It is quite natural that
A rhetoric developed over time
The central plank of whose polemic is
A strange denial of conspiracy --
That is, of how we human beings act:
We humans have a vested interest in
Inaccurate portrayals of our acts.

“Golgotha --> Simon Cyrenean --> Wotan” (alternation of iambic & trochaic)

Alert digression -- transversely bridging
Branches on the human category
Tree - comprises veering vantage points of
Indices of synonyms & difference
Between levels of the mind; that is, of
Thought the winding wind & whirling abode
Of men. O white sun, bright white, fog-cloaked sun!
Photons far dissipating, perilous, --
Through fogs of warfare, past Where Dragons Be --
Escape mere wounded hours, sunning joy’s
Whole purpose. Joy magnanimous & still
As battle slumbers in axial points.
The Pagan Inquisition comes! The gods are back.

*All poems by T. Appleman. The final poem requires a bit of explanation, because it depends on knowing a particular definition I give to something related to thought: a difference between levels of the mind, just as wind is the flow of air from areas of high pressure to areas of low pressure, & just as hydroelectric power generates as water flows from higher to lower & thus turns the turbines. The final poem is also a poetic response to having read Carl Jung's essay on Wotanism, the continuum of crucifixion 'settings' I sketch out in the title being a natural extension therefrom.