Atlas (Or, Post-Globalization)

That forsaken one now is on his knees

who long ago Chiron's wounds taught to fall

if immortality's lock never frees

the peace which rests in much diviner souls.

His burden shattered, all of Gaea's shards

(bits of a world made smaller than once thought)

he now shrugs off to human hands and hearts,

and, rising, takes his place among the gods.

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