Poem: Boulder & Waves

 

Boulder & Waves

 

talons of water

worry a godly chest.

vultures of froth

hover to devour slow.

terra firma pilloried,

the condemned prone

for these white beaks

on an altar of basalt

 

so that fate ensures 

the audience knows:

 

to invent fire is to suffer rock,

to birth a world that  

slithers and prowls,  

goaded by blood.

 

creation diverted

from height or abyss,

caught 

between claw and volcano.

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Prometheus theme  

Not a poem of resignation.