Prometheus

Let’s workshop this poem about the first steps of humanoids toward harnessing the power of fire

Aug 06, 2023

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Prometheus

Thumping meat—stone
against stone—to cut
chew time, sparks 
perhaps had ancestors

think to make fire 
that would soon let them
sleep out of trees
and cook meat to tender

umami hunks few 
might have ran across 
earlier in game charred 
from a lightning blaze.

This poem is unpublished

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“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)

Prometheus

Let’s workshop this poem about the first steps of humanoids toward harnessing the power of fire

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