Stolen Fire

© by Jeannine Parvati Baker

Promethean task to undo
the purpose of my life.

Each night I re-grow
Faith beneath my ribs
to patch the heart that was
pecked apart by the chained eagle.

Nightmares return the pilfered
light to the hungry dark Gods.
Piece by piece the dawn
regurgitates my soul
one dream at a time.

By my own recognizance
I rise out of the trance of identity
no longer a shattered wife
nor whole woman.

Freed of immortality I return
to the bedrock begging God
Take back the fire.

April 30, 2004
Joseph Utah