"Prometheus"

Prometheus

 

 

After the first arc of his punishment,

After the taunts and hard hands and hammer ringing with holiness,

Comes a chosen people’s denial and a savior’s loneliness.

 

Here on this rock, there are no visitors. 

There is the flash and boom of God’s light and God’s fury,

There are cracks in the stone that defy pattern and story.

 

There are shadows of wings that return each day,

And there is the pulsing reliability of pain:

He abandons all reason and pulls at his chains.

 

And a wound that tears worst of all,

Knowledge of a gift received, abused, forgotten:

Divine love made slave to what is base, worn, and rotten.

 

Unforgiven, arms swept back and fastened to stone,

Prometheus looks forward at time yet unknown.

Recalling past promise but knowing present pain,

He abandons all reason and pulls at his chains.

Reviews

[G.A. Collins]

This piece was alluring and beautifully written; the story was a magnificent choice, and it was truly created in an extremely dramatic way. This was a great read!