What I Wonder about Prometheus
Why his liver?
That’s what I want to know.
If it had been me, I feel sure
That God would’ve taken my voice.
And it wouldn’t have been a violent desecration, either, with the mysterious restoration
In the night while the victim slept, wiped out, from the brutal operation
No, more like a borrowing—a book from the library, slyly
Returned with a different page dog eared each day.
God is Tired
It takes courage toRead the newspapers. Each monthMore bad news about Our failure to quitFossil fuels and buying cheapStuff that will end up On a barge at seaPoisoning the oceans…