They Turned On The World

They worship Atlas' strength.
Looking toward its eyes in praise.
Unfocused on its caving knees.
Its feet stood over flame.
 
Alas the weight collapses.
Stone skin in heavy breath.
The crowd is shocked.
Over gasps and unoffered hands.
 
They wrap ankles in rope.
And bind tight together.
It's only an A frame that now stands.
As the rope becomes tossed over.
 
They yank and pull their might.
Attesting to the show.
As they lift its body upside down.
And dangle the tired heap from the rope.
 
It does not swing in place.
His grey of ash worn skin.
The flame that seers the scalp.
Without a wince.
 
Eyes closing so slowly.
Continued meditation.
Fire consumes the prayer.
Two rival chants.
 
Not punishment .
It was known.
And known will be again.
 
The names we give.
Symbolism.
When it becomes a him.