A poem in praise of Prometheus

Prometheus

When the chariot of the sun speeds across the sky,

You raise the olive branch in your hand high,

Declare war on the Lord of Olympus and spread the fire of light in the world.

The violent Zeus was furious with his thunder, and

chained you to the cliff of the Caucasus Mountains.

The eagle flies from Olympus in the early morning,

Pecks greedily at your heart.