Atlas

Collapse Atlas, collapse.

Let your crushed lumbar relax

kick off your cracked 

and muddied work boots 

lean your recliner back.

Collapse Atlas, collapse.

Stop posing as a holy mountain

for sages to withdrawal  

stop pretending to do yoga 

with your medicine ball.

Collapse Atlas, collapse.

Go to lunch, let heaven crash

down on us, let the saints and signs

of the zodiac fall on the slugs,

loosen your hard hands,

bomb us with Olympus 

at last!

Collapse Atlas, collapse.