PROMETHEUS BOUND

 

Silence.The cragged rocks upon which I stand precipitously bound -

obliquely upstaged by you,

yet not you alone.

Fate and Time have played such unequivocal roles,games,

whereof you are

neither culpable nor capable.

 

But these I cannot speak of

for you know them,
yet  disown them

and I am bound in the yoke

of silence

submissive maid. 
Words: sufficiently staid.

 Vulcan, He of rejection with Strength and Forcehas wrapped my arms with chains.            Restraint has driven an iron wedge of indifference between us now,  through this breast,placing a girdle of frigidityround these hips, and encircling these feet with fetters of brass to weight me, nay, castrate me...
  I am eternally boundto this life time without lifelinethis interminable heavinessthis emptiness without you...  BjR  11 December '09  Then, after insulting him, the gods leave Prometheus thus imprisoned, alone with his pain.