A New Day For Old Prometheus
By Ceciley Noel
I meet you in the trenches
After judgement has been passed
I need to know the value
Of the roll where I’ve been cast
You ask me what I bring
And my spine begins to shiver
I’m the hands that held the flame
I’m the heart of the giver
I ask to share your warmth
Of the fire I gave freely
I don’t need a famous myth
I only wish for you to see me
But your eyes just slip away
To the next shiny thing delivered
I’m just a shot in the dark
Another arrow in your quiver
You don’t see I bring the light
You don’t see I sculpt the clay
I built you up to high
To ever care the price I pay
And so you leave me to my fate
Where my bones are left to wither
And you enjoy my warmth
While you feast upon my liver












