atlas
shouldered
the weight of the sky
until the weight of the sky
buried atlas

and on his way down
into the meat of the ground
said he…
“at last,
at last

to meet
the guardian
of the gates
of hell
and show him
a job well done”

and the weight of the sky
buried atlas alive
and he melted into the stars

which is why
there’s no longer
anybody here
to shoulder
the weight of the sky

oh…
can you feel it,
the weight of the sky…