Prometheus’s Gift
We too often think only of his daily pain.
The ripping of the fleshy liver. The screaming
as shrill accompaniment. But let us not forget
the thief was granted something more:
a pleasure unknown to any other being.
Nightly regeneration, or, the filling of a space.
That unstoppable pleasure which must have reached
such ecstasy that he forgot the horror
and, perhaps, even longed for the eagles’ beaks.
Bio: W.S. Brewbaker was born and raised in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. He currently attends the University of Virginia, where he studies Political & Social Thought and Poetry Writing. His work has appeared in or is forthcoming in Indiana Review, Stepping Stones Magazine, and Gyroscope Review, among others.