Uranus stared balefully up from black Tartarus
at the pinhole presented forever overhead
heaven once home now hope’s harbor no more

“Tis true I put myself in this pitch walled prison
but it’s the gaolers that keep me held here”

and oh but there’s plenty of them to go ’round
each pay a dollar to see the proud now down
no hellbent harpy could raise such an alarm
as when old sky stretches toward the airy realm
only to be pecked, and scratched and heckled
blind and lost in the heart of the world forever