Olympus

I was a cobbler in the house of the Gods. 
It took a lot of anonymous people 
to make the mountain what it was. 
I did not make swords, axes, or bolts 
of lightning. I stretched leather until 
it fit comfortably on the feet of the divine.  
I made sandals for the Champion of War. 
I did my work, then went home. I never 
fought in His campaigns, but the skulls 
that were crushed beneath his heel sometimes 
made a sound. It was not like thunder. 
It was quiet. Dead leaves. 
My name. Wind through dry grasses.