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Prometheus


You were made

Your bones molded

Folded

Pressed out of clay

Skin stretched taut over it

Till you beat like a drum

Your organs stitched together

Body poured full of blood

Your eyes were pieces of sea glass, glinting against the sand

Your mouth was a leaf in autumn

Plucked from the ground

And placed up against the ivory

That formed your teeth 

Fields of flax made up your hair

Unruly, golden, yellow

Falling in soft wisps 

Over the hard clay expanse of your shoulders

The softness of your body

Packets of fat and flesh

Added for comfort and beauty

Your fingers, spindly and long,

Were sticks stuck in mud

Extending to the sky

Finally your heart, dipped in blood,

Shocked till it thrummed 

Like the wings of a hummingbird,

Was stuck in your chest

And you sucked in air

Sucked in life

And you opened your eyes unto the world

And cried

 

 

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