Poems Don't Have to Rhyme

The Modern Prometheus

I am the Modern Prometheus

But I do not fraternize with men

Nor I have I stolen the secret of fire for them.

My trade is in rotten arms,

Putrid legs, slack-jawed heads,

I am a peddler of flesh.

It is the wind I harness,

Alchemy, sorcery and science,

I will not rest until the fruit of my labor draws breath. 

I am the Modern Prometheus,

Like he, my intentions were good

I sought to make my creation beautiful—

Beautiful! Would that I could imitate life!

What monster, what devil, what abomination have I wrought...

At night I am plagued by terrors

I no longer see my face in mirrors

But God turning away from Adam in disgust

Parents abandoning their result

Hollow men, shunned—

What have I done?

I am the Modern Prometheus

Upon the waking world I did unleash

A beast of my own selfish unmaking

And I too will pay the price

Dying alone in a world of ice.