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.

 

white beaks over

an altar of basalt,

 

fate ensures 

the audience knows:

 

to invoke fire to forge rock;

to found a very world--

of crawling, walking, hungry blood--

this was a Primal Sin.

 

creation diverted,

neither brine nor abyss,

sin now, incarnate instead.

chained to volcanoes.

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8/17/24 eds

Prometheus theme  

Not a poem of resignation.