A loose retelling of the story of Prometheus.

They say that with the wheel

and money

the greatest thing man got

was fire.

The god we got to steal

this funny

red-orange burning wood or (pot)

was tired

of being comfortable alone

and cried

for cold men down below,

and so

he stole the warm-lit red orange glow…

or tried

or did, but all he got,

for his effort was

caught.