Poetry / What Zeus Can Do

I
First Prometheus.
Chained to the rock,
his innards shiver
each time
the eagle comes

and the sky is blue
without a trace of lightning.

II.
How many of his children
never
feel his warm hands
or know

that in the darkness
tinged with nightmare sweat
that daddy’s there?

III.
When he falls to earth
at last
he will be an animal:
muscles rippling
to carry Europa over oceans.

The heroic sons destroyed,
daughters forgotten by history,
wives betrayed.
He swats at them like flies.

IV.
In the end,
the lovers will tell stories that no one believes.
Of a stud bull, white. Of majesty.

Meanwhile, in a broken field,
his eyes milky and his hide torn,
he dreams of thunder.

Unfit for eating
and impotent now
he ambles

out to pasture.

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PurlDruid avatar General Friend

August 27, 2007

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This feels like the fall of humanity. There was so much potential, so much strength, but now he/we are unfit even to graze. Are we so committed to being chained to the rock that we are afraid of the Eagle/freedom when it passes over us… at least that’s what it made me think about. I feel the soul struggling to survive here, and I like it. You are very talented.

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August 27, 2007

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Well I don’t really know what to say, but I’ll give it a shot.

I think the way you worded everything gave it a bit of an uplifting sense, but at the same time it was a bit disheartening. The whole gods and goddesses thing is really good and gives a little bit of empowerment to any piece, especially if it’s worded correctly.

I really liked that you told a story within the poem and that it wasn’t just laced together with fragments of an imagination, you actually had something. So I kind of liked the story telling element within the poem. I liked the struggle of the character and how he kind of overcame it, but at the same time let it get the better of him. Or maybe I could have read too much into this and now I’m rambling.

Like I said, I didn’t know exactly what to say and I hate it when I can’t find the right words.

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