On Olympus, they stood
looked down, this was what the gods did
true, they descended at times
to watch the muscles work, avoiding all human contact
lest they trained harder,
hurt their beauty and others
on the mountains near Rio,
the Olympians stood, like the gods
watching a city in disguise
with feathers to cover murky waters
with make up to freshen up
old hearts that are too tired to salsa dance
naked, in the moonlight
the Olympians stand to know
one trained once
for the digging of Gold,
bronze and silver over these tired muscles
couldn't see
the children whose bread was stolen
the boys who lost their legs
to pave for the stadiums
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