A Human Condition

A Human Condition

Upon Caucasus, hung Prometheus,
Who, agonizing, gazed, noble, with disgust,
The carrion jaws that tore and rent, with lust,
His body and his soul...and wept for us....

And looking inwardly, the World he found -
A Universe of joy and peace and love -
While painfully, in Vulture's face above,
The sky, Caucasus, and the Earth around,
He saw...himself! Behind the Doors of Thought
And Time and Place, dared he the gods to pass,
And they, once past, wept bitterly about
Impermanence of Earth, of Flesh and Grass....

For men upon the Earth were filled with breath;
Yet all their thoughts and souls were steeped in Death!