Green Peas at Stake

Prometheus in Chains

Impossible to imagine
that hand etching the stone
with toil, fascination,
patience, and yearning,
chipping with the fire
stolen from gods.

A vision of a blessed mind
in gasps of anticipation
sleepless under black skies,
through deadly storms of living.

A dream alone,
accomplished passion,
whisperings of love,
implied in the object
only through labor;
yet,
left
to a sparrow’s screech.

Bird droppings on marble
a sculpture in chains
with power to crumble
a steel heart.