Weight of Our Time
Sisyphus hauling rocks
Atlas with shaking shoulders
wondering if maybe the earth could roll
like a marble
Into somewhere better
Like a child’s fist
Or a river’s end
Aphrodite,
where are you? Athena!
Hera is imagining betrayals and has
sent down puppets to consort with men
Zeus is grabbing pussy
Hades, counting heads
Ladies stare into the water
clicking selfies while
narcissus flowers bind their hearts,
men beat off to images of
Trojan horses dressed as
Mary Magdalen; the tart
Yes! Deluded histories
that don’t correlate and yet
the archetypes are all of us
used to pay the existential debt
to look into the mirror and find
who it is we resemble
under the weight of
our time