Bone clean white cloud
Bare knuckle of ice
Vault of azure
Gate of night
Enter the Prometheans
Exposed in chains
How the Sky Gods will torment us
With their hardened beaks
Of ridicule and expectation
Yet beneath our feet
Onion layered memories
Of Middle Earth
Percolate in this cauldron
Of forgetfulness
Forever trapped in delusion,
Unable to speak
They circle endlessly
In quiet procession
Down the rusty drain
Of history