Ilaria Hobbs Poet Free verse

Best, Prometheus

My dear eagle,
I do not abhor you, though I may have spat your name with bitter curses

We are bound in the same chains
Just because you do not struggle
Because you cannot feel them bite against your neck
Does not mean they are not there

You think you are like them because you fly
You think you are closer to a god on Olympus 
Than a man, chained forever to the ground
But we men see, and so to do the gods, that you are more mortal than those you rip each day to pieces 

You say you are free,
But do you choose each day to consume me?
To tear my liver from my body,
to decimate your own brother 
Do you do this out of love for your uncaring master?

Or because you know, deep in your chest, that if you do not it will be you who lies in my place
Limbs splayed in agony
Gut a grotesque display for those who watch from below
A cautionary tale

But let me tell you, my dear eagle
Though I suffer, still I smile
For the spark I stole cannot be extinguished 
The wisdom I shared cannot be forgotten

It spreads across the earth, a quiet blaze 
The people’s rage 
Is not for you, but for your master
He who clips your wings with your pitiful consent

Though you, like so many, masquerade as a god you can never be
Harm your people as the gods do to protect from their own wrath
I, like so many, despite this futility, raise my chin
And spite the gods with undying breath

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