Puto ego deus fio

What god descended from Olympian height,
perhaps from some vast distances of space
to give to Barbara his divinest grace;
or, perhaps, rose from the most Stygian night
to create for us some quandary or plight
and teach us all our proper servile place?
(We'd love so much this paternity to trace.)
We cannot know, and that we don't think right.
Perhaps great Thor from garth of Aesir came,
or Brother Anansi from far Afric land;
perhaps some half-remembered god of war
gave to our George the dark celestial flame
(not Agni's but much like it), so from his hand
might one day come the bright atomic star.