Prometheus’ Last Day

Prometheus’ Last Day


The vultures and crows
gather on my balcony.

I hear them sharpen their beaks and claws
on the railings.

I feel myself rotting in these remains,
my fearlessness yielding to fear.

The vultures seek only my un-regenerated liver,
the crows, my eyes and testicles.

It is time for me to give them the pleasure
they hunger for.

I cannot endure being locked up in here
while the world 

I loved is 
eating one another.