On Jagged Rocks They Bound Him In Duress... - Poem by Borys Oliynyk
On jagged rocks they bound him in duress:
The wrath of gods would brook no dispensation -
Because he gave, in throes of righteousness,
To people - Fire - but gave for good intentions.
The ages dragged. Time wandered hit or miss
In curving turns, in catacombs went straying.
He did it fir man's good…
But tell me this:
Can fire be controlled, or snuffed by praying?
We honour fire as sacred aureole:
But far too soon the gift to all we make:
You see, the fire Prometheus once stole
Was used for burning Bruno at the stake.
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