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.
This poem is about:
Our world
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