The buzzards feast
upon Prometheus,
their per diem diet,                                                                                                                                                                                                                     while their meal is shackled
to the stone.
How much is that a pound,
this meat?
After all these years and liver
was it really worth it, sir,
your gift that keeps on giving?

660 ®Copyright 2013 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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