Prometheus Poem by Robert Eckstein
Prometheus
I will take a box of kitchen matches,
My old battered Zippo,
And go deep into the woods.
I know the Bears will come
And sit around me in a circle,
And I will give them Fire.
Smoked fish,
Parched grain,
Roast meat,
Honey and berry wine,
And words to teach their cubs.
I will have a name among them.
It will be Grrff-grr-wff.
And when my kind is gone,
I will be remembered
By the Bears.
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