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prometheus's poem
by Rajeev Rajendrani woke encased within a hollow oak
i pounded on the wood until my fists wore down
i tasted blood. my teeth gnashed over my bloodied mouth.
i heard the rumbling tones that shook the soil
and rang like respiration through the oak.
i felt the thickened air condense with dust.
i have no voice. there are no heroes.
where are the wells within this frozen earth
and if i found them would their waters melt?
the skies are gathering storms to wear the mountains down
i have no voice. there are no heroes. 07/04/2008 Author's Note: i'm writing a play about prometheus
right now this is somewhere between a line of his and an epigraph of sorts--it'll be in there somehow.
Posted on 07/04/2008
Copyright © 2010 Rajeev Rajendran
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/08/08 at 02:43 PM You've taken on quite a task! Your poem perhaps symolic of the impossible being attempted by the improbable!(I refer to the philosophical basis of Prometheus.) |
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