Prometheus’s habeas corpus

Gargantuan Gorgons may even nowadays be gorging themselves with gods’ glint. Their Greek grandiloquence gravitates above us, grotesque groundlings. They are so gorgeous.

People, this was our guild.

Me, I’m just expiating

a worldly guilt.

Gluttonous God

sits golgothically

on my shoulder and

snatches all that

has remained from my grit.

His guidance has forgotten

the golden mean to a heart.

He has no knowing though

I’m just a gleeman,

not a vanguard guru

and I don’t carry Grail in the gore

he’s grinding deep down.

But I feel as follows

humanity would hate a walk-over.

Eagle, don’t cry

Fly away

Fetch the grizzled Gorgons.