As Atlas shrugs
to tilt our little ball,
His muscle, like
courage, strengthened by use,
We are taught
that with the surest footing
One man can with
one promise move the earth.
It is with revelation
such that I,
Akin the silent
mouth, confess no word
Of recognition
for the soundless call
Which strikes
in common the solitary man.
Since never was
there a means of carriage
To transport
what he in this life accrues,
And though I
leave an honest legacy,
I begrudge the
death for which I was born.
