Poem: Boulder Hit By Waves

 

Boulder Hit By Waves

 

talons of water

worry a godly chest.

 

vultures of froth

hover to devour slow.

terra firma pilloried,

the condemned prone

for white beaks,

an altar of basalt,

 

fate ensures 

the audience knows:

 

to invent fire is to forge rock,

to found a world of 

crawling, walking, hungry sin, 

primal with blood.

 

peace gone, life diverted

from height and abyss,

sinful nowful.  incarnate.

the children of volcanoes.

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Prometheus theme  

Not a poem of resignation.