Presser on Mt. Olympus

It was a bit of liver trouble, longstanding . . .

The eagle, every night . . .

—That eagle brimmed with positive energy.
Why, they played badminton together!
The bird used its wing as a racket.

Chained upon the rock . . .

—According to law.

Such a waste.

—Prophylaxis. Chaos if our mountain falls.

It was a gift of fire.

—So-called fire.
Who wants it? No one wants it here.
Show me one person here who wants it!

[A long silence. They stare at each other.]

A. E. Clark
July 13, 2017