When Atlas cracked
under the weight of eternity,
did he think,
“I deserve this,” too?
Did his anger overtake his throat,
raging titan,
******* and sweating?
Did he tire of enduring roads for godly men,
not because of his failure to be strong,
courageous, powerful, mighty,
but for no reason that made reason.
Why should a god like himself
endure the weight of heaven?
Why should he carry paradise when it beats,
cracks, splinters
chews into fingertips,
rips at nails,
callused hands,
hopeless trembling arms burning,
sweating, fuming with fury and might
wasted potential,
mere volition.