oh, Apollo,

here i'll stay, standing straight and tall
arms out-stretched, reaching,
watching the day break over the mountains,
the moon arise from the sea at night,
and when the rain comes, it falls cold upon my face
and collects in my hands until it spills out upon my feet.

you lay your hands upon me.
your eyes burn right through my bones.
but every new day
you harness what you cannot keep,
gold. forever gold.
hold the reins as if they were my arms,
until, rain soaked, your hands slip away
and you fall,
writhing and wishing
for prayers unheard.

still i'll stay just the way you left me
until the earth washes from beneath me,
and i fall and rot away.