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Prometheus by Pamela Manasco

Shackled I stand, sag, faltering
as my treacherous ankles buckle
under the weight of the sky.
Never before have I known
the oppressive hang of clouds or
muffled whispers of crashing

waves singing, “pity, pity.”
As soon as the sun breaks
the horizon the eagle comes,
man-sized, arms stretched wide.
Wingtips feather my skin
before the beak spears

my belly. And every time
it feels the same; the pain
never dulls. Bits of liver gulped
down the bird’s throat,
the pause between each bite
as though he savors this delicacy

of god-flesh. Sometimes,
when his palate is sated and feathers
burnished russet, I speak
to the river-eater Ocean,
and try to explain fire to him.
In return he tells me of death,

the way waves wash over a body
and drag it down through seaweed,
skin molting, tiny flakes winding
through water to settle
on the sea floor. I can imagine
the bones, stripped by fish,

gleaming like porcelain.
But still I cannot contemplate the
end, when flailing arms cease
struggling and begin their
mad windmills, lifeless,
toward the deep.

View bio for Pamela Manasco Published in Fall 2005

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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