Atlas Slept


Atlas held the earth no more.

 

His mighty arms shake,

His powerful legs tremble.

His back aches, his shoulders quake.

He wants to hold the earth no more.

 

"What about me?" he roars

At the tiny people on the sphere he held.

"Since the dawn of time I've been ignored,

Carrying this land on which you dwell.

 

My hands are sticky with blood you've spilled

And they hurt from the debris.

The planet reeks of decay," he yells.

"You've made it too vile for me."

 

So Atlas dropped the earth

And watched it tumble from the sky.

Atlas shook his mighty head

And released a Titan sigh.

 

Atlas began to fade away

Without a planet to hold.

He closed his weary eyes and

Atlas was no more.

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