Iris, the messengers of the Gods

The mere remembrance that I once mattered.

Supports me through my trivial existence.

The memories of a time where people called out to me.

And meant me. 

“Iris show me, guide me”

And of course I humbly accepted.

Their silver and gold coins. 

It was my job, my purpose

The only reason I woke in the morning 

And rested my head at night. 

I smile thinking of the blop the coins

As they connected with the water

The colors of the rainbow that followed

So many colors. 

So many.

Well now there is just a black and white world.

And I am lost and forgotten.

I watch as they follow their false gods.

Calling on Google, Siri, and Alexa.

They are worshiped

More than I ever was.

Giving them everything 

Not just their coins but their bills

Their children, themselves.

I envy them all. 

They are what I once was. 

Gods among men.