Weight of Our Time

Sisyphus hauling rocks

Atlas with shaking shoulders

wondering if maybe the earth could roll

like a marble

Into somewhere better

Like a child’s fist

Or a river’s end

 

Aphrodite,

where are you? Athena!

Hera is imagining betrayals and has

sent down puppets to consort with men

Zeus is grabbing pussy

Hades, counting heads

 

Ladies stare into the water

clicking selfies while

narcissus flowers bind their hearts,

men beat off to images of

Trojan horses dressed as

Mary Magdalen; the tart

 

Yes! Deluded histories

that don’t correlate and yet

the archetypes are all of us

used to pay the existential debt

 

to look into the mirror and find

who it is we resemble

under the weight of

our time

 

 

 

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