Prometheus Appeals To Zeus

Isn’t the eagle a little
I mean,
Maui did it too,
and no one gnaws
his liver.

You know as well as I do
that my gift is more a curse
than anything.

So I gave them fire.
Yes, they can bake bread,
and that offends your
but they’ll burn their daughters
and soon, their smoking world
will smother them.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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