All zeroed to nothing

I lift both my hands,
to worship the sun god,
rising with a smiling nod,
lines criss cross,
my folded hands,
age has its slow and steady
impact on the subdued body,
undaunted will prevails
yet, the bickering monkey,
the braying donkey,
the caterwauling felony
eating my flesh,
as some feel, if at all,
all zeroed before the
dwelling deity,
The Avatar smiles.