Prometheus

Here I sit, chained to the granite,
Yeah, it's me, the fire-giver,
Waiting for a day's eagle
To fly down and eat my liver,
The inevitable pain, repeated
Every bloody afternoon,
On a god's orders, and I
Bear it all until I swoon
Into a dream, where men
Of Earth sooth and embrace,
Warm me with the gentle
Heat of their fireplace...